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" A PERFECT woman — nobly plann'd, 
To warn, to comfort and command, 
And yet a creature still and bright 
With something of angelic light." 

William Wordsworth. 

"A Diary need not be a dreary chronicle of one's movements, 
it should aim rather at giving a. salient account of some particular 
episode, a walk, a book, a conversation. It is a practice which 
brings its own reward ; it is a singularly delightful thing to look at 
old diaries, to see how one was occupied ten years ago, what one 
was reading; the people one was meeting, one's earlier point of view." 

Arthur Christopher Benson. 


Q/Q-Cu^^iL^^ LA'7u<?'ny&/ 







(Mrs. ADY) 




19) . ^ so 



All rights reserved 


These selections from the private Journals of the late 
Lady Knightley are given to the world in obedience 
to her own wishes. Some years ago, she expressed a 
hope that it might be possible to publish some portions 
of her Journals, and asked me to undertake the task. 
This request was confirmed in a letter found among 
her papers after her death. " Not," the writer added 
modestly, " that the story of my life is worth telling, 
but because, I think, some of the things that it con- 
tains may interest and amuse my friends, and possibly 
appeal to a wider public." The present volume begins 
with the Journal first started by Lady Knightley in 
1856, and carries the story down to the year 1884, 
This period includes the whole of her childhood and 
youth, as well as fifteen years of her married life, and 
ends with the death of the Duke of Albany, with whom 
she had been closely connected in the lifetime of her 
father. Sir Edward Bowater. Some parts of the 
Journal, relating to important public events or family 
affairs, have been supplemented by passages from 
Lady Knightley' s weekly letters to her mother. Lady 
Bowater, who lived to an advanced age and only died, 
at her home in Richmond Park, in the year 1892. 


This correspondence has also been placed in my hands, 
in accordance with Lady Knightley's last wishes, and 
has enabled me to add several characteristic touches 
to the picture of her life and surroundings that is so 
vividly set forth in these Journals. 





Lady Knightley of Fawsley 
I. Childhood and Early Youth (1842- 1860) 
II. London and Cannes (1861-1862) . 

III, Richmond Park, Dunwich, and Arbury (1862) 

IV, The Royal Wedding (1863) 
V, Richmond Park, Dunwich, and Osborne (1863- 

1864) ..... 
VI. A Gay Season (1864) 

VII. A Visit to Balmoral (May-June 1865) . 
VIII. Balls and Weddings (1865-1866) 
IX. Windsor and Cliveden (1866) 
X. Politics and Society (1866-1867) 
XI. London, Suffolk, and Frogmore (i 867-1 868) 
XII. A Visit to Silesia (1868) . 

XIII. Sir Rainald Knightley (1869) 

XIV. Marriage (1869) .... 
XV. Hatfield and Brook Street (1870) 

XVI. Harrogate, Scotland, Osborne, and Burghley 

(1870-1871) ..... 204 
XVII. A London Season and A Foreign Tour (1871-1872) 215 
XVIII. Political Parties and Cabinet Ministers (1872- 
1873) • 
XIX. Royalties — English and Foreign (1873) . 
XX. A Conservative Ministry (1874) . 
XXI. London and Homburg (1875) 
XXII. The Girls' Friendly Society (i 876-1 880) 
XXIII. The Royal Titles Bill and the Eastern Question 

(1876-1877) ..... 296 
















XXIV, The Balkan War and Congress of Berlin 

(1877-1878) . . . *. .312 

XXV. Agricultural Depression and Conservative 

Defeats (1878-1880) . . . .326 

XXVI. Lord Beaconsfield's Death — The Duke of 

Albany's Marriage (1881-1883) . . 344 

XXVII. Carlton House Terrace and Claremont (1883- 

1884) . . . . . . 363 

Index . . . . . .381 


. Frontispiece 

Lady Knightley (Photogravure) 

(From Mezzotint, after G. B. Black, 1869.) 


Lady Bowater, H.R.H. Prince Leopold, and Miss Bowater. 

Dra wing-Room, ChAteau Leader, Cannes, 1862 

Lord Charles Fitzroy, Dr. Gunther, H.R.H. Prince 
Leopold, and Miss Bowater. Chateau Leader 
Cannes, 1862 

Lady Bowater .... 

Sotterley Hall, Suffolk 

Sir Rainald Knightley, Bart., 1869 

Sir Charles Knightley, Bart., 18 13 

Firle Place, Sussex . . . 

Fawsley ..... 

Oriel Window, Great Hall, Fawsley 

Plan of Fawsley 

Fawsley Church 

Lady Knightley of Fawsley, 1904 . 




These ilhistrations are chiefly taken from miniatures and photographs 
in the possession of Sir Charles Knip;htley, Bart., and" Lady Knightley, to 
whom both the pubhsher and editor of these journals are greatly indebted 
for their help and courtesy. 

The photograph of the Oriel Window is reproduced by kind permission 
of the proprietors of Country Life. 


1 842-191 3 

The girls of the present day sometimes forget how 
much they owe to the women of the last generation. 
They hardly realise how many of the privileges and 
opportunities which they enjoy were won for them 
by their mothers and grandmothers, those despised 
women of the Victorian era. By clinging steadfastly to 
their high ideals, by patient and untiring endeavour, 
these valiant pioneers fought their way, through diffi- 
culties and opposition, into the larger and freer life, 
and made all future progress possible. 

Such a woman was Louisa, Lady Knightley, whose 
death, two years ago, was recognised on all sides as a 
loss, not onl}'^ to her own family and friends, but to the 
whole British Empire. A typical Early Victorian by 
birth and education. Lady Knightley stands midway 
between the Evelinas and Emmas of the last century 
and the independent damsels of the present day. But 
in many ways she was in advance of her age. Born 
and bred in the narrowest of court circles, married into 
one of the oldest and most exclusive of county families, 
she naturally inherited the strong prejudices and pre- 
possessions of her class. But her receptive mind was 
always ready to take in new ideas, and prepared to 
assimilate them. She was never harsh and censorious 
in her judgments, or needlessly severe on the more 
advanced views of the rising generation. From early 


youth she had never wavered in her fixed resolve to 
lead a life of active usefulness and devote all her powers 
to the service of God and man. All manner of social 
reforms appealed to her. Schemes for the improvement 
of housing and domestic economy, for the spread of 
education, thrift, and temperance, for village clubs and 
Reading Unions, model dwellings and penny banks, 
alike claimed her support. Above all, the condition of 
women and girls in every rank of life was the object of 
her keenest interest. She was one of the founders of 
the Girls' Friendly Society and of the Working Ladies' 
Guild, and afterwards took an active part in the work 
of Imperial emigration. Into this great movement 
she threw herself heart and soul, realising its import- 
ance both as the means of bettering the lives of women 
at home and of building up our Empire beyond the 
seas. In 1901 she was elected the first President of 
the South African Colonisation Society, and in 1908 
she succeeded Mrs. Joyce as President of the British 
Women's Emigration Association. A strong sup- 
porter of women's suffrage, but no less strongly op- 
posed to militant methods, she became the first Pre- 
sident of the Conservative and Unionist Association 
for the Franchise of Women, and lent her powerful 
influence both as speaker and writer to the advocacy of 
the cause. Lady Knightley was also a member of the 
National Union of Women Workers, and took a lead- 
ing part in its Congresses and Conferences. When, a 
few weeks after her death, in October 19 13, the National 
Union held its Congress at Hull, and the loss which 
womanhood had sustained by this sad event was 
publicly announced, the whole assembly rose at the 
mention of Lady Knightley's name and paid silent and 
reverent homage to her memory. Her interest in 
hospitals and ambulance work was also keen. She 


was a Lady of Grace of the Order of St, John of 
Jerusalem, and passed the examination which quahfied 
her for admission to this Order. As a member of the 
Committee of Management of St. George's Hospital and 
of the Northampton Infirmary, she took an active and 
enlightened share in the work of these larger institu- 
tions, and was a liberal supporter of cottage hospitals 
and other local charities in the country district round 
Fawsley. An ardent churchwoman herself, she was 
always ready to help the bishops and clergy in build- 
ing schools and churches, and constantly visited North- 
ampton to lay foundation stones and open bazaars and 
fetes in aid of Church extension in this populous town. 
After taking a prominent part in the struggle to pre- 
serve rehgion in our schools, she became a member of 
the Northamptonshire Education Committee, and won 
golden opinions from her political opponents in this 

: From her girlhood, politics had been one of Lady 
Knightley's chief interests, and her marriage to Sir 
Rainald Knightley, who sat as Conservative member 
for South Northamptonshire during forty years, intro- 
duced her to the highest political circles. She played 
an active part in electoral contests, speaking and can- 
vassing vigorously for her husband and his colleagues, 
and during the fierce struggles of the eighties it was 
no secret that Sir Rainald owed his seat to his wife's 
eloquence and popularity. Lady Knightley was one 
of the original members of the Primrose League and 
was present at the inauguration of this now famous 
association, in Lady Glenesk's house in Piccadilly. The 
rapid growth and excellent organisation of the League 
owed much to her practical abilities, and to the end 
of her life she remained a member of the Grand Council 
and Ruling Councillor of the Knightley Habitation. 


In all of these varied departments of public life 
Lady Knightley's remarkable gifts of body and mind 
were conspicuous^ revealed. Her fine bearing, clear 
musical voice, and deep convictions made her an 
admirable speaker, while her statesman-like qualities, 
unfailing tact and courtesy, and generous appreciation 
of worth in others, rendered her invaluable as a chair- 
man. She often said laughingly that her vocation in 
life was to sit on committees, and no one who has 
worked with her on councils and boards can fail to 
do justice to the rare powers which she displayed on 
these occasions. The most delicate and difficult 
negotiations were entrusted to her care and were 
successfully carried through by her tact and skill, 
When in 1905 she went to South Africa as President 
of the newly formed Colonisation Society, Lord Rose- 
bery is said to have remarked at a meeting of the 
Rhodes Trustees, " If Lady Knightley is able to 
compose the differences between our two ladies' com- 
mittees, I shall be prepared to rise in the House of Lords 
and propose her appointment as Ambassador to Paris, or 
anj'^where else ! " Of the charm and distinction of her 
presence, of her finely cut features and frank blue 
eyes with their winning gaze, of the sweetness and 
humility of her nature, it is hard to say too much, 
At her death, political opponents joined with friends 
in extolling her talents and virtues, and a Liberal 
member for Northamptonshire, who was one of her 
colleagues on the Education Committee, did not 
hesitate to call her " one of the noblest of English- 

From the age of fourteen, Lady Knightley kept a 
Journal in which every evening she noted down the 
chief incidents of the past day, together with anything 
she had seen and heard which she felt to be worthy of 


notice. These records fill sixty volumes and cover a 
period of fifty-seven years, from April 1856 to Sep- 
tember 191 3, when she breaks off her narrative in the 
middle of a visit paid by the Duchess of Albany to 
Fawsley, only a fortnight before her own death. It 
is clear from many passages in these Journals that 
they were written with a view to publication. Lady 
Knightley speaks of studying other letters and diaries, 
the Reminiscences of Sir Mountstuart Grant Duff, 
the Recollections of Mr. Leveson Gozver, the Journal 
de Marie Bashkirtseff, and the privately printed Letters 
of Lady Lyttelton, with the object of " improving her 
own Journal, and making it more interesting." She 
herself had a genuine literary instinct, besides possess- 
ing a wide knowledge of English, French, and German 
literature. From childhood, to be an author had been 
one of her greatest ambitions, and after her marriage 
she wrote an article on the county of Suffolk in the 
Quarterly Review and contributed several papers to the 
Nineteenth Century and other magazines, besides writing 
a variety of pamphlets on social and political questions. 
As the Duke of Argyll prophesied, when he met Miss 
Bowater at Balmoral in 1865, the Journal which she 
was in the habit of keeping with such regularity can- 
not fail to prove an invaluable document for the use of 
future historians of the nineteenth century. 

Lady Knightley 's close connection with the Royal 
Family lends especial interest to the record. Miss 
Bowater accompanied her parents and Prince Leopold 
to Cannes in the winter of 1862, and was there when 
Sir Edward Bowater, in whose charge the little Prince 
had been placed, died on the same day as the Prince 
Consort. The task of consoling and cheering the 
orphan boy fell to his 3'^outhful daughter, and on their 
return to England Miss Bowater paid frequent visits 


to Osborne, Windsor, and Balmoral. Her picture of 
the widowed Queen surrounded by her fatherless 
children at this sorrowful time is most touchingly 
drawn, while her lively account of life at Balmoral, in 
its freedom and joyousness, forms one of the pleasantest 
parts of the Journal. Queen Victoria honoured Lady 
Knightley with many tokens of her confidence and 
regard, and expressed her high opinion of her to others 
in the warmest terms, while her intimacy with Princess ' 
Christian lasted to the end of her life. On the Duke 
of Albany's marriage to Princess Hel6ne of Waldeck, 
Lady Knightley was appointed Extra Lady-in-Waiting 
to Her Royal Highness, with whom she formed a close 
friendship, which was deepened by the premature death 
of the Prince to whom she had been so long and deeply 
attached. The Duchess of Albany, in fact, was stay- 
ing at Fawsley in September 191 3 when Lady Knightley 
contracted the fatal chill which brought her life to a 
sudden close. Her gracious Majesty, Queen Mary, 
who had known Lady Knightley from her childhood, 
was in Northamptonshire with the King for the army 
manoeuvres at the same time, and paid her a visit 
only a few days before she died. 

Another feature of these Journals is the sidelight 
which they throw on political controversies and parties, 
and the graphic portraits which they give of the lead- 
ing statesmen of the day, with whom the writer was 
brought into contact by her husband's position. Visits 
to Hatfield and Burghley, to Euston and Chevening, 
dinners with the party leaders in Arlington Street and 
Downing Street, Foreign Office and Admiralty re- 
ceptions, evening parties at Dorchester or London- 
derry House, breakfasts at Chiswick and Buckingham 
Palace, garden-parties at Sion and Holland House, 
all find a place in these pages. Conversations with 


Lord Salisbury and Lord Carnarvon, with Sir Stafford 
Northcote, Mr. Hardy, and Mr. Goschen, with Lady 
Dorothy Nevill and Lady Cork, with Sir WilHam 
Harcourt and Mr. DisraeU, with Mr. Gladstone, Mr. 
Balfour, and Lord Hartington, are recorded in the 
same lively and animated style. A dinner with Lord 
Wolseley and Robert Browning for neighbours, a talk 
with Mr. Motley or Mr. Froude, a ride with Lord Stan- 
hope or Mr. Lowe, a week-end with the old Duchess of 
Cleveland at Osterley or an evening party at the 
Speaker's with the full moon shining on the Terrace 
and the lights reflected in the river, were red-letter days 
in Lady Knightley's annals. 

On the one hand, we have a vivid picture of the 
London season, with its bewildering whirl of dinners 
and parties, of concerts and balls, its friendships and 
flirtations, its court functions and parliamentary 
debates, its glimpses of distinguished personages and 
foreign royalties, of great poets and painters, of his- 
torians and travellers. Shahs and Sultans ; on the 
other, we are introduced to the interior of a country 
house in the heart of the Midlands and learn to realise 
the thousand occupations and duties, the vast accumu- 
lation of business and trifles which go to make up the 
life of the mistress of a large country house. With all 
her love of London society. Lady Knightley was passion- 
ately fond of her country home. She threw herself 
with as much zest and enthusiasm into this life as into 
the other, and rode to hounds, galloped across country, 
canvassed and spoke at Primrose League and Girls' 
Friendly Society meetings, and planted trees and 
trudged over farms, as she often said, " like the true 
country bumpkin that I am ! " 

Whatever she did was done with all her might. 
No one was a greater lady in Northamptonshire or was 


more careful of the welfare of the tenants and labourers 
on the Fawsley estate than Lady Knightley, both 
during her husband's lifetime and when his death left 
her the sole mistress of this beautiful home. 

Lady Knightley 's Journal, we repeat, is a work of 
genuine historic value, but this is far from being its 
only merit. As a human document, it has a still 
deeper interest. It is the frankest, most guileless and 
natural of records. The writer hides nothing and 
excuses nothing. She confesses her own mistakes and 
faults as freely as she does those of her neighbours. 
She makes no secret of her ambitions and desires, of 
her love of admiration and wash to make a good marriage 
from the worldly point of view, while at the same time 
she insists that nothing shall ever induce her to marry 
a man whom she cannot love and respect. She has 
many amusing tales to tell of her own preferences and 
hesitations, of the discarded suitors who hung on her 
glances and wooed her hand in vain. When at last 
the right man appeared she discussed his qualifications 
and analysed his personalit}^ in the most judicial 
manner, before finally accepting his proposals. But 
once her choice was made, she never faltered, and the 
gay and lively girl proved the best and most devoted of 

The strong prejudices of her caste, as might be 
expected, are apparent on every page. Her horror of 
democracy and innate belief in the feudal system and 
the governing power of the few were as firmly rooted 
as her dislike of smoking for women or of bad manners 
in men. No less decided were her personal likes and 
dislikes, her antipathy to Mr. Gladstone and her dis- 
trust of Mr. Disraeli — both of which, however, became 
modified on closer acquaintance with these great party 
leaders. But the nobilit}' and beauty of her character 


shine forth on every page. Nature had endowed her 
with many gifts and graces. She possessed that 
fortunate union of quick intelUgence and ready sym- 
pathy which makes a woman at once the best of 
hsteners and the most dehghtful of companions. She 
was never too busy to listen to your story, never too 
much absorbed in her own affairs to be unable to give 
you her full attention. Every face lighted up when 
she entered a room, everyone missed her when she 
was gone. To the last she kept her powers of enjoy- 
ment, her love of travel and delight in congenial society. 
" Oh, how I love entertaining ! " she would exclaim, 
not only when she received her friends in the an- 
cestral halls of Fawsle}^ or the saloons of Carlton House 
Terrace, but in the small London house where much of 
her later years was spent. 

As we read the pages of these Journals, it is in- 
tensely interesting to watch the development of this 
fine character, ever eager to learn new lessons, to scale 
fresh heights, and find more worlds to conquer. Above 
all we admire the strength of purpose, the undaunted 
courage with which Lady Knightley met and over- 
came the difficulties in her way. It was no easy task 
to disarm Sir Rainald's opposition to his wife's 
appearance on public platforms and to the expenditure 
of her time and strength on objects for which he cared 
not a straw. His old-fashioned notions and fastidious 
tastes were shocked by many of her proceedings. But, 
by the exercise of unfailing tact and patience, she 
frequently succeeded not only in overcoming his 
opposition but in converting him to her way of think- 
ing, and in the end Sir Rainald actually became a 
strong champion of women's suffrage. 

Lady Knightley 's life, we rejoice to think, was a 
singularly happy one. A brilliant girlhood was followed 


by an exceptionally fortunate marriage, which satisfied 
her highest aspirations, and gave her the work for 
which she had always longed. That this union was 
doomed to be childless was indeed a bitter drop in her 
cup, but even this disappointment was turned to good 
account, since it enabled her to devote her time and 
energies more exclusively to the service of others. 

All through life she possessed a remarkable power 
of inspiring affection, while she herself was the most 
loj'-al and faithful of friends. What wonder that she 
was beloved by men and women of every age and 
class ? The mothers and girls who listened to her 
addresses often exclaimed, " Oh, it was lovely ! We 
would rather hear Lady Knightley speak than anyone 
else 1 " After her death, testimonies to the wonderful 
effect produced by chance words that fell from her 
lips came from all sides. " The influence of Lady 
Knightley 's life and work," wrote her great friend, 
Princess Christian, " will never die." She has not 
lived and worked in vain. The note of high courage 
and hopefulness which was her message to the world 
still speaks through the earth-born mists of doubt and 
sorrow, bidding us be of good cheer and calling us on 
to follow the gleam. 

" Through such souls alone, 
God, stooping, shows sufficient of His light 
For us i' the dark to rise by. And I rise.'* 



Childhood and Early Youth 

1 842-1 860 

Louisa Mary Bowater, afterwards Lady Knightley, 
was born in London on April 25, 1842. In a sketch, 
entitled " Memories of Happy Days," which she began 
to write at Rowfant on January i, 1908, but unfortun- 
ately left unfinished, she gives the following account of 
her father and family : 

" My father, General Sir Edward Bowater, was 
born as far back as 1787, which forms a curiously long 
link with this year of grace 1908. He was educated at 
Harrow, where he had five Prime Ministers, including 
Lord Palmerston, for schoolfellows, as well as Lord 
Byron. The poet, who was nicknamed ' Hopping Dick,' 
on account of his lameness, by the other boys, was very 
intimate with him, and used often to write his exercises. 
After my father left school, he never saw Byron again, 
but he knew his friends Moore and Rogers, and once, 
when a discussion arose as to which was the poet's 
lame foot, I remember hearing him say that it was 
certainly the right one. My grandfather. Admiral 
Bowater, was a friend of Lady Byron's parents, 
and I have still in my possession a letter written 
from Seaham on December 31, 18 14, in which Lady 
Milbanke informs him of her daughter Annabella's 


marriage to Lord Byron, which took place two days 

" In 1804, while still a Harrow boy, my father was 
gazetted into the 3rd Regiment, now the Scots Guards, 
and promptly refused to do any more lessons. He was 
present at the siege of Copenhagen and went through 
all the Peninsular War, being present at Talavera and 
passing the night inside a big French drum. He also 
served at Waterloo as aide-de-camp to General Turner, 
and early in the day, at Hougomont, received a wound 
in the foot, of which he felt the effects to the end of his 
life. His parents, Admiral and Mrs. Bowater, lived at 
Hampton Court, in a house on the Green, looking into 
Bushey Park. Hence arose a close friendship with the 
Duke of Clarence, who then lived at Bushey House ; 
and when, in 1830, this Prince ascended the throne as 
William iv., he immediately made my father one of his 
equerries. On Queen Victoria's marriage, he was 
appointed Equerry to Prince Albert, and when advan- 
cing age made it difficult for him to ride, the Queen, 
with her usual kindness, transferred him to her own 
household as Groom-in-W\iiting, a post which he held 
till his death in 1861. In 1843, a year after my birth. 
Her Majesty gave him the Thatched House Lodge, 
Richmond Park, for his residence, and when, after he 
died, Colonel Augustus Liddell declined the offer of the 
house, the Queen granted its use to m}^ mother for her 

" In 1839, my father married Emilia Mary, only 
daughter of Colonel Michael Barne of Sotterle}^ and 
Dunwich, in the county of Suffolk, b}' Mar}^ daughter 
of Ayscoghe Boucherett of Willingham, Lincolnshire. 
My mother dearly loved her Suffolk home, and we spent 
all our winters at Sotterle}- during my grandmother's 
lifetime, moving to Richmond Park for the spring and 
summer. There I learnt to live the happiest life in the 
world, that of an Enghsh country gentlewoman, an 
excellent preparation for my future life in Northampton- 
shire. ' I think my beau-ideal,' I exclaimed, when I 
rode over to Henham with my father, to visit his old 



comrade, Lord Stradbroke, * is to live in the country 
and manage my estate to perfection.' 

" My grandmother, Mrs, Barne, nee Boucherett, 
was a remarkable old lady. Very pretty she must 
have been, if her portrait by Downman at all resembled 
her, and greatly was she admired. In 1792, she went 
to Toulouse for the winter with Mrs. Stewart Mackenzie 
of Seaforth and her daughter, and was there during the 
stirring times of the French Revolution ; but neither in 
her journal nor in her letter-book, which are still in 
existence, does she make any reference to political 
events excepting that on one occasion she remarks there 
were shouts of ' A bas la cocarde blanche 1 ' at the Opera. 
Did no echo of what was passing in Paris reach the 
provinces ? or was pretty Miss Boucherett too much 
taken up with her admirers ? One of these, the Marquis 
de Senneau, actually followed her to the wilds of Lincoln- 
shire and spent the whole winter hunting there. How- 
ever, she did not smile upon him, and he eventually 
returned to France and was guillotined. 

" In those days, besides the fine old Adams house at 
Willingham, which hasonlylately passed out of the family, 
the Boucheretts had a house at Stallingborough, near the 
Humber, One evening, my great-grandfather and his 
wife were sitting by the fire, when he rose and went to look 
for a book in the library. Presently he returned, saying 
he could not find it. His wife went to look for the book, 
but also came back without it, and Mr. Boucherett asked 
her, ' Did you see anything ? ' ' Yes,' she replied, ' I saw 
your father's face between the folding doors.' ' That 
was what I saw,' said Mr. Boucherett, ' and I asked you 
to go there on purpose to hear if you had seen him too.' 
Shortly afterwards he pulled the old house down. 

" On my birthday of fourteen — April 25, 1856 — I 
began to write the Journal which has been my faithful 
companion ever since. It was a memorable epoch in 
my life, and I well remember a day of intense pleasure. 
We spent the day in London. I was taken to the 
Pantheon and the Soho bazaar ; my health was drunk 
at dinner, and in the evening we went to a child's ball 


at Buckingham Palace. My frock was white tarlatan 
over silk with a silver band and a streamer of flowers on 
the upper skirt, and I wore a white acacia wreath in 
my hair. It was great fun. I danced all night, chiefly 
with the Farquharson boys, and in one quadrille had 
the Prince of Wales for my partner. The Queen and 
Prince Consort both shook hands with me, and the 
Duchess of Kent sent for me to speak to her. When 
the time came, I went in to supper with my partner, a 
young De Celto, and sat down where we could find room, 
not in the least realising that we were breaking into 
the Royal circle. The Queen made us welcome in the 
kindest way and called us to her table, but I can still see 
my father's face of dismay as he watched our proceedings. 

" My next birthday was, I remark, a less exciting 
one, but I record with satisfaction that I sat up very late 
and was for the first time promoted to go upstairs 
alone, without a maid being sent to fetch me from the 

" On looking over the pages of my old Journals, I am 
surprised to see what a quiet life I led, compared with 
children of the present day. One party at Christmas, 
or at the most two, and day after day of regular lessons 
and exercise, walks to Kingston and Ham Common, 
varied by occasional drives with my mother to Hampton 
Court and the Old Palace at Richmond, and expeditions 
to town for dancing and drawing lessons. My greatest 
pleasure was the rides which I took with my father, 
when he was not in waiting, and many were the pleasant 
canters I enjoyed in Richmond Park and on Ham 
Common on ' Princess,' his gentle but still spirited old 
mare. My chief companion was a young German 
governess, Agnes Lentz, to whom I owe not onl}?- the 
knowledge of German, which has been so useful to me 
all through my life, but the strong moral and rehgious 
principles which she never ceased to impress upon my 
youthful mind. She came to us in 1855, when I was 
thirteen, and remained my governess for the next five 
years. After she left my mother's service, she remained 
in England for some time, and I saw her frequently. 


and when, in 1885, she retired to her home in Germany, 
I still kept up a constant correspondence with her. In 
1907, I went to stay with the Landgraf of Hesse, at his 
country seat in Holstein, and took this opportunity to 
pay Agnes Lentz a visit at Hamburg. ^ 

" In this same year, 1855, we spent a delightful 
fortnight in France, and visited Paris, Rouen, and Dieppe. 
I have never forgotten these places and the sights we saw 
on this occasion, although I have never visited many of 
them again. I think I must have been an observant 
child, although I fear, from lack of childish companions, 
a somewhat priggish one, for I remember so well what 
I saw at that age, and the Crystal Palace, with its 
courts new and fresh, was a perfect revelation. Al- 
though an only child, I was strictly brought up, as I 
think my readers will agree when I relate the following 
incident, which recalls the similar experiences of Harry 
and Laura in one of my favourite story-books, Holiday 
House. My cousin Edith and I had been asked to 
an outdoor party by some kind neighbours, the Miss 
Fishers, one day in June 1856 ; but as it rained, we were 
not allowed to go, and were sent out in a close carriage 
to do some errands for my mother. On our way back 
the weather cleared up, and we persuaded my French 
governess, who was with us that afternoon, to let us go, 
just as we were, to the Miss Fishers. These kind old 
ladies were delighted to see us. We had great fun, and 
played games and danced country dances after tea, 
and were just starting a quadrille when the following 
note from my mother was handed to me by a servant : 

" ' Louisa, you will come away directly you receive 
this. You ought not to have gone, and if you are at tea, 
you will come away all the same. — Emilia Bowater.' 

" My dismay on reading these words was great . ' For- 
tunately for my countenance,' I write in that day's 
Journal, ' I did not at first notice the want of affectionate 
expressions ; however, I saw this order was not to be 

* Agnes Lentz died in July 1909, two years after I went to see her at 
Hamburg. Our friendship had lasted more than half a century. — L. K. 


trifled with, and collecting my party, I rushed into the 
carriage. There I read my note again, and forthwith burst 
into tears. Edith kept me company, and we got home in 
a dreadful state. Papa sent us a message, desiring us 
not to appear at dessert ; but soon afterwards Agnes 
came and heard our story, and comforted us, and took 
us down with her. When we said good-night to Papa, 
he told us that he would talk to us to-morrow.' Fortun- 
ately, by morning milder counsels prevailed, and the 
next day I was able to record that, ' after another 
slight ebullition, yesterday's storm passed away.' 

" In spite of occasional displays of severity, my 
father was the kindest of men, and my happiest hours 
were spent in his company. He was never tired of 
recalling his military experiences and telling me stories 
of Wellington's campaigns. On the iSth of June we 
always drank in solemn silence to the memory of the 
Great Duke and the heroes of Waterloo, and old 
Peninsular generals often dropped in and sat for hours, 
fighting their battles over again. 

" On the 9th of July, 1 856, 1 was taken to Buckingham 
Palace to see the Guards march past, on their return 
from the Crimea. I can never forget the cheers which 
the men gave for the Queen, or the proud, pleased, 
and delighted gaze which they raised up to the balcony 
where Her Majesty stood, with the young Princes and 
Princesses, the King of the Belgians, and the Count of 
Flanders. I remember, too, their worn, haggard faces, 
some of them perfectly black from exposure, ' What 
memories the sight recalled ! The parting from wife 
and child, the march through the streets in the dense 
morning fog, the long sea-voyage, the blood-stained 
heights of Alma, the flank march on that misty Sunday 
morning, and then the long, dreary winter, the fatal 
work in the trenches, the weary days in hospital ! And 
now the same Guards were marching in triumph through 
London, amid the cheers of their countr3'^men and the 
smiles of their Sovereign and her children. But oh 1 
what a contrast to the proud band who left these shores ! 
How many gaps we see in the ranks ! how many 

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thousands are sleeping to-day under the green sod on 
Cathcart hill ! ' 

" In the following June, I was present at the Review 
in Hyde Park, when the Queen conferred the Victoria 
Cross on some of her gallant soldiers. 

" Friday, June 26, 1857. — We started for town at 
8 a.m. in the chariot, with post-horses, and made 
our way easily to our seats, in a pavilion draped with 
red cloth, where sat the Dukes of Nemours and Mont- 
pensier, the Indian princes resplendent with pearls and 
emeralds, the Duchess of Wellington, Sir Charles Napier, 
Lord Ernest Paget, and many others. The sixty- 
two Crimean heroes were drawn up below in an im- 
mense open space, surrounded by troops and dotted 
with officers galloping about. By the time we had 
puzzled out the different regiments the salute was fired, 
and in a few minutes the Royal cortege appeared. The 
Queen, mounted on horseback and wearing a scarlet 
jacket with a Field-Marshal's sash and the ribbon of 
the Garter over a dark blue habit, and a wide-awake 
hat with an officer's feather, rode along the line and 
then took up a position exactly in front of our stand, 
but with her back to us. The heroes were marshalled 
opposite, and came up one by one. The Quarter- 
master-General read each name, and Lord Panmure 
handed the Cross to the Oueen, who bent forward and 
with her own hands hooked it on to each man's coat. 
The Princes were in Highland dress, the little Princesses 
in white ; the Princess Royal wore a white bonnet and 
looked remarkably well, and I had a good look at the 
Prince of Prussia, who is fair, very young-looking, and 
certainly handsome. When the ceremony was over, 
the troops marched past — Life Guards, Enniskillings, 
nth Hussars, horse and foot artillery, the Royal 
Marines, — the finest body of men on the ground, — the 
79th Highlanders, and two companies of Blue-jackets, 
who doffed their caps by way of salute. Having passed 
in slow time, they came round again in quick time ; the 
cavalry and artillery cantered past, with bands playing. 
After this the Oueen rode down the line of heroes — a 


graceful action which charmed us alL The Royal 
cortege then re-formed and departed amidst the thunders 
of a royal salute. The scene now became very ani- 
mated. Great congratulations were going on below us, 
officers were galloping about, and the Guards' band 
playing ' God save the Queen ' in front of us. Among 
the distinguislied personages pointed out to me were 
Lord Lucan, Lord Cardigan, Sir Colin Campbell, who 
was in command of the troops, Lord and Lady 
Palmerston, and Sir Benjamin Hall. I saw mj'- cousin, 
Charles Ridley, at the head of the regiment, and his son 
Billy was keeping the ground. 

" Another event of this same year, which made a 
profound impression upon me, was m}^ visit, which I 
paid in company with a large party of cousins, to the 
Princess Theatre to see Kean in Richard II. We 
occupied the Queen's box, and were dressed in mourning 
for the Duchess of Gloucester. I enjoyed it more 
than I can say, even more than I expected. The 
scenery and dresses were gorgeous, and the acting first- 
rate. I was greatly delighted at seeing knights in 
armour, squires and men-at-arms. Of all the scenes, the 
one 1 liked best was the historical procession. But we 
were not destined to see the play to the end. The 
curtain was being drawn up for the fourth act, when 
I suddenly saw a gas light blaze up, and in another 
moment the curtain was in flames. The scene which 
ensued was beyond all description. Papa turned round 
and said to us, ' Sit perfectly still,' and many voices in 
the pit shouted the same to those around. The curtain 
was quickly dragged down, some fifty persons having 
rushed on the stage, and water was instantly brought 
to bear upon the flames. Mrs. Kean, with the most 
admirable presence of mind, came forward and said, 
* Let me entreat of you all to sit still, only sit still.' 
Again and again she repeated her injunctions, refusing, 
amidst vociferous cheers, to be led away. Meanwhile 
curtain after curtain was dragged down, and it became 
alarming when a burning beam fell upon the stage. A 
few minutes afterwards the flames v^^ere subdued, the 



cheers redoubled, and Kean was loudl}^ called for. 
When he appeared, the huzzas became deafening ; the 
motley crowd upon the stage — where men-at-arms, fools, 
and half-dressed actors were mixed up with coachmen 
in their shirt-sleeves — surrounded him, all cheering at 
the top of their voices. Silence being at length re- 
stored, he was about to speak, when a voice from the 
pit exclaimed, ' One more cheer for Mrs. Kean,' and the 
house rang again. As soon as he could make himself 
heard, Mr. Kean addressed the audience as nearly as 
I can remember in these terms : ' Ladies and gentlemen, 
on such an occasion I scarcely know what to say to you. 
By a merciful Providence we have all of us been pre- 
served, and beyond what you see, no damage has been 
done. I thank you heartily for your sympathy.' This 
little speech was greeted with loud cries of Hear, hear,* 
and more cheering. We now began to think of retiring, 
which we did without any inconvenience by the Queen's 
private entrance, and reached home by i a.m. Of 
my own feelings throughout this exciting scene I can 
scarcely speak. My first instinct was to grasp the 
things on the shelf before me, in readiness for the flight. 
Then accounts which I had read of the burning of 
Covent Garden rushed into my head. But I did think 
of God, and asked His help. The cheering excited me 
very much, scenes of that kind always do, and when 
it was all over I felt very grateful." 

If the nearness of London to her Richmond home 
was a great advantage to Louisa Bowater, in some ways 
she was happier still at Sotterley Hall. Here she gave 
herself up to the pleasures of a free country life — milked 
the cows, fed the horses, planted shrubs, and trimmed 
laurels with her father and uncle. And she went for 
long walks in the woods with her cousins, gathering 
berries and moss, and watching the tomtits and wood- 
peckers. But even in these rural haunts. General 
Bowater 's connection with the Court, as we see from 
Louisa's Journal, kept her in close touch with public life. 

" Sotterley, January 25, 1858. — The wedding of 
H.R.H. Victoria, Princess Royal, to H.R.H. Prince 


Frederick William of Prussia. At dessert we attacked 
the wedding cake sent us by their Royal Highnesses 
and drank the health of the royal bride and bridegroom. 
May they be happy ! 

" February 14. — After dessert this evening I read 
aloud to Papa and Mamma Captain Edgell and Isa- 
bella's most interesting accounts of their five months' 
siege in Lucknow, written partly on the spot and partly 
after they had reached Allahabad. Thrilling indeed 
are these hurried, unvarnished notes which tell of their 
terrible experiences, of death and starvation staring 
them in the face." 

When, a few months later, these friends returned from 
India, her joy at seeing her friend Mrs. Edgell was sadly 
damped by the sight of her shattered frame and the 
melancholy condition of her baby, Louisa's godson, who 
hovered for many months between life and death. 

" Soiierley, February 23. — A general muddle, fuss, 
and hash ! I may as well explain the cause of all this 
disturbance. In consequence of all the late attempts 
to murder the Emperor of the French having been 
hatched in England by foreign refugees, His Imperial 
Majesty has written to Lord Clarendon, representing 
that both he and the French nation thought that some 
change should be made in our laws on this point. Lord 
Palmerston accordingly brought in a Bill on the ' Con- 
spiracy and Murder ' question. The debates were long 
and animated. Radicals and Conservatives combined to 
vote against the Government, and the consequence was 
that the Ministers were defeated by an immense majority 
on Friday night. Lord Palmerston resigned the next 
day, and Lord Derby takes his place. The result 
of all this is that the Queen remains in London, and 
that Papa was obliged to start for town at 8.15 a.m. 
this morning. No one knows when he will return, so 
our journey to Richmond and my Confirmation are all 
placed in abeyance, and we are left in the most un- 
comfortable state of uncertainty. Altogether it is a 
horrid bore ! " 

After the death of her grandmother in December, 


1858, Sotterley ceased to be the home of Sir Edward 
and Lady Bowater, much to Louisa's regret. It cost 
her a pang to leave this beloved place, where so large 
a part of her childhood had been spent, and which 
looked more beautiful than ever in these days of early 

" March 3, 1859. — I never saw anything like the 
rapidity with which spring seems to advance. To-day 
there are no less than six blossoms on the apricot tree, 
the elm is in full leaf and looks purple in the setting 
sun. The wood-pigeons are building in every old 
trunk, the rooks are as busy as possible, a pair of 
robins have made their nest in one of the farm-stacks, 
and every morning I see two beautiful little pied wag- 
tails pecking up moss and grass on the lawn. The 
thrushes are relentless in the pursuit of worms, and the 
woods ring with the song of the blackbirds. The other 
evening I noticed a laurustinus bush so thick with 
bees that it reminded me of the mignonette bed at 
Richmond Park last June. The starlings still con- 
gregate in small flocks, but I see they have mated 
already. The air is as soft and balmy as it is in May, 
the stars shine out clear and bright every evening, and 
I hear the owls hooting in the barn. To-day the sky 
is a clear blue, the warm sunshine lies mildly on the 
hills and flickers through the fir-wood, lighting up the 
old church tower and playing lovingly over the flowers. 
The wind is laden with sweet odours. Blackbirds 
and thrushes, yellow-hammers and robins fill the air 
with delicious music, and the gentle cooing of the 
wood-pigeon is heard from each ivy-clad tree. In 
every nook and corner some form of vegetable life is 
stirring, and ever^^ day sees us — or at least myself ! — 
welcoming some pet plant with a shout of joy. Oh, 
this spring weather ! Was there ever anything so 
lovely, or was any place in the world so beautiful as 
this dear old Sotterley ! " 

But although Louisa shed bitter tears and wrote 
touching elegies of farewell to Sotterley, she found 
herself back in her Suffolk home before many months 


were past. Her parents paid frequent visits to her 
uncle and aunt, Mr. and Mrs. Frederick Barne, who 
now owned Sotterley, and Louisa greatly enjoyed the 
companionship of her three cousins, St. John, Philip, 
and Edith. The doings of the two boys, their Ufe at 
Eton and in the army, are chronicled at length in her 
Journal, while their sister Edith, a charming but very 
delicate girl two years younger than herself, became 
Louisa's adopted sister and inseparable companion. 
During the years between 1856 and 1864, when her 
cousin died, there is scarcely a page of the Journal on 
which Edith's name does not appear. The two 
girls paid long visits to their respective homes, and 
wrote daily letters to each other when they were apart. 
They read the same books and discussed the same 
questions. And after the manner of girls, they ex- 
changed ideas on whatever subject was uppermost in 
their minds at the moment — whether it were Byron's 
poems or Charlotte Bronte's novels, the works of 
Goethe and Schiller, of Heine or Chateaubriand, 
Kingsley's sermons or Tennyson's In Memoriam, 
Picciola or The Daisy Chain. 

From early youth Lady Knightley's love of letters 
was apparent. She not only read every book she 
could lay hands on, but she wrote critical essays, 
formed judgments, and expressed her opinion on all 
manner of topics — Hterary and pohtical. As she grew 
up she naturally derived the keenest pleasure from 
intellectual conversation, and enjoyed nothing better 
than the society of literary celebrities. 

" One of my earliest recollections," she writes, in the 
autobiographical fragment quoted above, " is that of 
being taken to see Miss Langton, the daughter of Dr. 
Johnson's friend, Bennet Langton, who was then 
living in great poverty over a toy-shop in Richmond. 
I well remember standing on the sofa to read a letter 
addressed to her by Dr. Johnson, her godfather, of 
which she was extremely proud. Miss Fanshawe, the 
author of the famous riddle on the letter H which has 
often been ascribed to Byron, was also an inhabitant 


of Richmond whom I often saw. There were our 
kind neighbours, the Miss Fishers, two deHghtful old 
ladies full of life and intelligence, who knew Dr. Wolff 
the traveller, and Mrs. Alfred Gatty, and Leslie the 
popular Academician, at whose house interesting 
people were always to be found. One day, early in 
1 86 1, Miss Jane Fisher told me a romantic story of a 
young Spanish refugee whom she had once prepared 
for Confirmation, and then lost sight of completely. 
Last summer, to her surprise, some strange ladies called, 
and apologised for their intrusion by saying that the 
distinguished Spanish General Savaria had charged 
them with a message to his former benefactress. He 
wished her to know how much he had owed all through 
his career to the religious principles which she had 
implanted in his mind, and sent her word that during 
his recent campaign in Morocco he had read the last 
prayers over the dying soldiers from the English 
Prayer Book which she had given him. Miss Jane 
forthwith wrote to her old friend through the Spanish 
Embassy, and soon afterwards received an album 
containing portraits of the General, his mother, and 
the chief personages of the Court and Army, with a 
graceful Spanish dedication to herself on the title-page. 
" Another literary friend whose kindness I can never 
forget was Miss Agnes Strickland, whose home was at 
Reydon Hall, near Southwold. We saw a good deal of 
her w^hen we lived in Suffolk, and visits to Reydon were 
red-letter days in my girlhood. She was generally to 
be found surrounded by books and historical portraits, 
engaged on some new work, and I was never tired of 
looking at her lovely httle painting of Mary Queen of 
Scots. I remember one day in the autumn of i860 
finding her busily engaged on a new book. Bachelor 
Kings. A few weeks later I called again and found her 
studying a bundle of precious manuscripts — the themes 
composed by Mary Queen of Scots when she was a child 
at the French Court, in the form of letters addressed 
to the Dauphin's sister, Madame Elisabeth, afterw^ards 
wife of Philip 11. They were first written in French, 


and then translated into Latin. As usual, Miss Strick- 
land fired up over Mary Queen of Scots, and I got a 
rise out of her over Froude's History, which she pro- 
claimed ' A most false book.' In the following June, 
Miss Strickland, being in London, called on us at 
Richmond Park. She would not come in, but left a 
copy of her Bachelor Kings with my name on the fly- 
leaf and a most kind inscription — -altogether a gift of 
which I was not a little proud." 

In 1559, Louisa left the schoolroom and went to her 
first ball at Norwich with a large party from Burlingham. 

" October 19. — I wore white tarlatan, with lilies of the 
valley, and danced ten dances, never sitting down once. 
My partners were Mr, Robert Gurdon, Sir Robert 
Buxton, Messrs. Henniker, Wodehouse, Astley, Gurney, 
Burroughes, and Martin Smith, my cousin. Mr. Gurney 
danced best, but Martin Smith was the most interesting, 
from the good-natured, cousinly way in which he took 
me in hand, and also more particularly because he was 
able to give me the latest news of his sister, dear Louisa 
White, with whom we stayed at Peper Harow last year. 
She is abroad now at Mentone for the winter, which he 
trusts will set her health up entirely, but he added : | 
' I hope so, at least — it is in God's hands.' ^ That I 
was the gem of the evening for me. And now for 
myself. Of course I know that I am a little goose 
for being flattered by the attentions that were paid 
me, and for being gratified at the success which I cer- 
tainly had — for I suppose it is a success to dance 
all night at one's first ball ! It is always pleasant to[ 
be good-natured, and of course I had every advantage, 
in point of going with a party, and being all but in I 
one's own county of Sufi"olk. But it has shown me one 
thing clearly — that I am vain. How will it be at my 
next ball, I wonder? We are no less than eighteeni 
in the house, including a nice Mr. and Mrs. Ricardo 
and Colonel Charlton, with whom I had a lively 
discussion at dinner to-night over modern poetry, whichi 

• Louisa Smith, the wife of Colonel Dalrym pie White, died at Lyons on her' 
way home in the following April, and was buried at Peper Harow, Surrey. 

i860] the RIDLEY FAMILY 15 

he pronounced to be trash ! I defended my favourites 
— Byron, Sir Walter, Longfellow — vigorously !" 

Mr. Martin Smith and his sister, whose early 
death was a real sorrow to Miss Bowater, were 
related to her through their mother, a daughter of 
Sir Matthew Ridley. Her grandmother. Admiral 
.Bowater's wife, originally Miss Louisa Lane,* had 
been previously married to a barrister named George 
Hawkins, by whom she had a handsome daughter, 
who in 1803 became the wife of Sir Matthew 
Ridley, and lived till 1864. Laura, Lady Ridley, was 
much attached to her half-brother. General Bowater, 
and proved a very kind friend to her niece, and we 
find frequent allusions to this aunt, as well as to her 
ten children and numerous grandchildren, in Louisa's 
Journals. She was on friendly terms with all her 
Ridley cousins, whose intellectual tastes made them 
especially congenial companions, and was particularly 
fond of Sir Matthew's sons, Matthew and Edward,^ and 
of the painter Ridley Corbet and his sisters. 

" Richmond Park, July 14, i860. — To-day, soon after 
luncheon. Aunt Laura's son, Sir Matthew Ridley, arrived 
with his children, all grown, of course, out of knowledge. 
St. John soon followed, and Arthur Birch and Mr. 
Broughton called, so that we had quite a party on the 
lawn. Afterwards we all took a walk in the Park, 
chaffing and joking away, and Matthew and I had some 
interesting talk about Tennyson. It is positively re- 
freshing to find a schoolboy who has an idea beyond 
hunting, which, fond as I am of St. John, he never had ! 

" July 30. — I was in great luck this evening, for my 
cousins Charles and Harriet Ridley came down for the 

^ A charming portrait of this lady, painted by Romney, was left by 
Sir Edward Bowater to his half-sister's son, Sir Matthew Ridley, while 
another Romney, a portrait of Mrs. Bowater's father, Mr. Thomas Lane 
of Tettenhall, Staffordshire, was sold by Lady Knightley, shortly before 
she died, to her cousin, the present Viscount Ridley. 

-Matthew, ist Viscount Ridley, born 1842; married 1873, Hon. Mary 

Marjoribanks, daughter of Lord Tweedmouth; died 1904. Edward, Mr. 

Justice Ridley, M.P. for South Northumberland, 1878-80; Judge of 

King's Bench Division; born 1843; married 1882, Alice, daughter of Col. 

Bromley Davenport, M.P. 


night, and at dinner I sat between Charles and Mr. 
Hough, the Vicar of our church at Ham, with Harriet 
on the other side. The two latter had not been to- 
gether many minutes before they were deep in theology, 
and presently I contrived to get a word in. We dis- 
cussed Kingsley first of all. Mr. Hough knows him 
intimately, and says he is a most extraordinary mixture, 
a rationalist and man of very unsound principles, an 
inveterate sportsman, greatly in earnest and at the 
same time undoubtedly attractive. The word ' earnest ' 
made Mr. Hough remark that a great deal of mis- 
taken homage is paid to earnestness without much 
regard to what the earnestness is about. I said, surely 
there was more hope of a man who was really in 
earnest about something, becoming earnest about the 
best things, than of a trifler. He disagreed, saying 
that the more firmly a man was wedded to wrong 
opinions the more difficult it was to turn him from these. 
Harriet upon this gave an ecstatic description of Mr. 
Spurgeon, to which Mr. Hough replied that as long 
as he is cool he is a most eloquent preacher, but the 
moment he gets excited he becomes familiar, and often 
lapses into positive blasphemy. We next discussed 
Tennyson. Neither Harriet nor Mr. Hough like him, 
and both call him wild and incomprehensible. I con- 
fessed that I liked him. Mr. Hough prefers Longfellow, 
but none of us like Evangeline. Harriet and I both think 
Hyperion charming. I suppose that too is incompre- 
hensible and very German, although that in my eyes, 
I remarked, was no objection, whereupon Mr. Hough 
accused me of m^^sticism ! Keble's Christian Year was 
next pronounced to be also incomprehensible — Bishop 
Blomfield is said to have called it his Sunday puzzle. 
The Bishop of Oxford was declared to be a most eloquent 
but most untruthful man, and Mr. Gladstone and 
Sidney Herbert were roundly abused, called impostors 
and I don't know what all ! What a heretic I seem to 
be ! Certainly I admire them all ! But altogether itid,j 
was a most agreeable evening." 

In that same July, Louisa was present at the firsti 



meeting of the National Rifle Association on Wimble- 
don Common, an event which kindled a wave of wide- 
spread enthusiasm throughout the country. 

" July 2, i860. — We all set out about half-past 
one in the Irish car for Wimbledon Common, which 
had assumed a very different appearance from its 
usual wild and desolate beauty of aspect. Leaving 
the carriage, we made our way through the vast en- 
campment to the enclosure where the Royal tent was 
pitched with the Guards' band posted before it. It was 
a picturesque scene, the gay uniforms of the Regulars 
contrasting wath the sober grey suits of the Volunteers, 
and these again with the bright colours of the ladies' 
dresses. There was a goodly sprinkhng of Riflemen, 
and several splendid specimens of that fine corps 
the Duke of Manchester's Mounted Rifles. Soon a sort 
of general buzz and stir proclaimed the Queen's coming, 
the band struck up the National Anthem, the Royal 
Standard floated from the top of the tent, and off 
went every hat as she appeared, accompanied by Prince 
Albert, the Prince of Wales, Princess Alice, the Duke 
of Saxe-Coburg, and the little Princesses. Amid the 
cheer of the spectators, she walked down to the tent 
by Lord Elcho's side, fired the first shot and pro- 
claimed this the first meeting of the National Rifle 
Association to be open. A salute of twenty-one 
guns followed and a tremendous burst of cheering, 
and the rush to see the Queen w^as so great that the 
crowd could only be kept back by a hastily formed 
cordon of gentlemen, who surrounded the dais occupied 
by the Royal party." 

A week later, Louisa accompanied her parents to the 
Crystal Palace, where she witnessed the grand conclusion 
of the meetings so brilliantly inaugurated by the Queen. 

" July 9. — We sat in the centre of the Great Transept, 
directly facing the orchestra, which was filled with 
dense masses of Riflemen. Lord De Grey and Ripon 
occupied the chairas Mr. Sidney Herbert's representative, 
and was supported by Lord Elcho, the President of the 
Association, Colonel Kennedy, Lord Grosvenor, etc. 


Near him sat four celebrated beauties, the Duchess of 
WelHngton, Lady Elcho, Miss Seymour, and Lady 
Spencer, the latter of whom was decidedly my favourite. 
After an all but inaudible speech from Lord De Grey, 
during which the mob struggled to force its way into 
the galleries, which were already densely crowded. 
Lord Elcho — the admired of all beholders — came 
forward in a Rifleman's uniform, and in a clear, ringing 
voice proceeded to read out the names of the successful 
competitors. These heroes ascended the steps to the 
platform one by one, and received their prizes from 
Lord De Grey, while Lord Elcho 's comments, delivered 
in the most racy, good-humoured manner, were the life 
of the whole affair. Young Ross — the fortunate winner 
of the Queen's Prize, ;^2 5o, and of the Gold Medal of 
the Association — was loudly cheered, and the Guards' 
bands struck up ' See the conquering hero comes ! 
Lord Elcho then came forward and announced that the 
young man was a native of Scotland, who, at the age 
of seventeen, had joined a Yorkshire corps, because he 
was at a private tutor's in this county. Truly, to be 
the champion rifleman of England at eighteen is some- 
thing to be proud of ! The much-coveted prize was 
then delivered to him, amidst the enthusiastic plaudits 
of the whole assembly and the congratulations of the 
veterans on the platform, who crowded round him to 
shake hands, after which he was called upon to exhibit 
his medals to the crowds below — and mighty cool he 
seemed about it all. Lord Elcho made an appeal on 
behalf of the newly formed Association, and the meeting 
ended with three hearty cheers for Her Majesty. If 
Monday was the Royal day of the meeting, this was 
essentially the popular day, and it was in truth a fine 
thing to see twenty thousand English men and women 
assembled in that glass palace, to take their share in this 
truly national undertaking. May the blessing of God 
rest upon our Volunteers, for they have come forward 
nobly to defend their native land, and may their arms 
never be used in any more bloody contest than those 
which we have seen this week ! " 


London and Cannes 


The year 1861 was a memorable one in Louisa's life. 
In February'- she was present at a series of balls and 
festivities in honour of Lord Rendlesham's coming of 
age. For the first time she became pleasantly conscious 
of the admiration which she excited. She confesses 
guiltily that it is impossible to deny the fact that 
flirtations are great fun, and asks herself with alarm, 
" Am I growing very vain and frivolous ? " But she 
was just as happy discussing Froude and Henry viii. 
with Sir Thomas Fowell Buxton, or dining alone with 
her father in a lodging at Woodbridge, where the two 
spent the snuggest and merriest of evenings after the 
Rendlesham ball. This power of enjoyment and 
delight in social intercourse of every description was a 
distinctive feature of Lady Knightley's character, which 
she retained to the last, and was no doubt one secret of 
her popularity. 

Her first London season was a brilliant success. 
She rode in the Park, went to balls and concerts, and 
made many friends. Her handsome features and tall, 
graceful figure, her fair complexion and fine blue eyes, 
excited general admiration, while the perfect simplicity 
and engaging frankness of her manners, her eager and 
intelligent interest in every variety of topic, were addi- 
tional attractions. On the 27th of June, Miss Bowater's 
presentation at Court, which had been delayed first by 
an attack of illness and then by the death of the 
Duchess of Kent, took place. 

20 LONDON AND CANNES [chap, ii 

" At last the long-expected day is come and gone, 
and the presentation to my Sovereign, one of the last 
few relics of the age of chivalry, has taken place. 
All has gone off as well as possible, and I think Papa, 
the person I was most anxious to please, was really 
gratified at the reception I met with, and the way I 
got through it. The train of my Court dress was white 
silk, the petticoat white net, both trimmed with roses 
and lilies of the valley, and I wore a wreath to match, 
with feather and cut lappets, pearl-diamond earrings, 
pearl necklace and bracelets. I had quite a levee of 
maids in my bedroom before passing into the sitting- 
room, where a whole bevy of cousins — Wheatleys, 
Martin Smiths, Cooksons, Moncks, and Ridleys — 
awaited me. I confess I was rather glad to get into 
the carriage, and even then, in the streets, the staring 
seemed very strange. Once inside St. James's Palace, 
I was in a new world. Papa pointed out an immense 
number of people, of whom I can only remember a few — 
Madame de Flahault,^ Lord and Lady Palmerston, Lord 
Combermere, Sir Thomas Troubridge, who lost his leg 
in the Crimea, etc. Soon after the doors opened. Papa 
left us to take up his station, and we began to make 
our way into the Presence — I beginning to feel very pit-a- 
pat. Down with our tails, and I found myself between a 
double file of men, who seemed at least seven feet apiece. 
I looked neither to the right nor to the left, but steadily at 
Mamma's long black train, and presently heard my name 
announced and found myself close to the Queen, who 
smiled most graciously upon me, as I made a deep 
curtsy and kissed hands. The Prince shook hands 
with me, and next to him stood the Crown Princess of 
Prussia, Princess Alice, and Princess Mary of Cambridge, 
whose handsome, good-natured face I hailed quite like 
an old friend, and who also shook hands with me. The 
Crown Prince of Prussia, the Prince of Wales, and 

* Mercer Elphinstone, only child and heiress of Baron Keith, born 
17S8; married 1817, Auguste, Comte de Flahaiilt, afterwards Ambassador 
to London and Vienna; died 1867. Her eldest daughter married, 1843, 
Hcurj', 4th Marquis of Lansdowne. 


Prince Louis of Hesse were also there. By this time my 
train was swept up behind, and I turned to follow 
Mamma, and felt how quickly it was over. Papa rejoined 
us almost directly, saying, 'I'm as pleased as Punch; 
you both behaved very well, and the Queen was most 
gracious to you!' Well — that, at least, was satis- 
factory. We were at home soon after four, and I at 
once equipped myself for riding, which we agreed would 
refresh us more than anything. The Park was very 
empty. We rode down the Row with the Duke of 
Wellington, and Papa pointed out Lord Stratford de 
Redcliffe and Lord Elgin, both remarkable men. 1 also 
saw Gladstone at the Drawing-room. 

" Friday, June 28,1 861 . — We dined early, and dressed 
for a concert at the Palace — the first entertainment of 
any kind that has been given since the Duchess of Kent's 
death . The performance was entirely composed of sacred 
music, to my surprise and delight . The singers were Mile 
Titiens, Signor Giuglini, Signor Gardoni, Mr. Santley, 
and last, not least. Mile Adelina Patti, the prima donna 
of seventeen, who has taken the town b}^ storm this 
season. The first part consisted of selections from St. 
Paul. The air ' Jerusalem, Jerusalem ' was lovely, and 
also the final chorus, ' Happy are they who have endured.' 
The second part was composed of a miscellaneous 
selection, in which I most admired Haydn's ' With verdure 
clad,' splendidly rendered by Mile Titiens, ' Cujus 
Animam ' from Rossini's Stabat Mater, and ' The 
heavens are telling,' which everyone seemed to enjoy. 
The Queen was not present, but the Princess Royal and 
Prince of Wales did their part extremely well ; the 
latter especially has inherited all his mother's grace. 

" Thursday, July 4. — We drove down to Harrow 
Speeches, and went first to the Head Master's house, 
and then to the speech-room, or rather to the foot of 
the steps leading up to it, for to get in was a work of 
time and patience, so great was the crush. On our entry 
we were greeted by Matt and Edward Ridley, the heroes 
of the day, who insisted on our scrambling across their 
platform into our places immediately behind the 

22 LONDON AND CANNES [chap, ii 

Head Master's chair, and among all the grandees. I 
had the good luck to be presented to Lord Palmerston 
and Lord Digby ; Sir John Lawrence, Lord Clarendon, 
the Archbishop of York, etc., being close by. At length 
the hall being completely filled, Matt sprang up and read 
some Latin Alcaics, and Edward spoke in a Latin play. 
Jeune,^ who seems to be one of the cleverest boys, read 
part of his essay on Wallenstein. He does not know a 
word of German, but wrote his essay entirely from 
Coleridge's translation, and, begging his pardon, I think 
it was a great pit}^ he chose that subject. It is easy to 
see that he is not in the least imbued with vSchiller's 
spirit, although part of his essay, I must allow, 
was very good. Lord Strafford's defence was most 
beautifully spoken by Bernard. Every one of these 
pathetic words went to one's heart. Afterwards 
Matt took the part of Scapin in a scene from Moliere's 
comedy, and did it capitally, though the accent of the 
whole party might have been improved. It was curious 
to look at the happy, intelligent faces of the speakers 
and wonder what their future careers may be. Which 
of these names which I then heard for the first time 
will ring in my ears through life and become household 
words ? Who can tell ? After a long w^ait, we suc- 
ceeded in reaching Dr. Butler's house, and sat down 
to a magnificent luncheon in the refectory. Matt and 
Edward both came and talked to me most pleasantly, 
and ver}^ proud I felt of them both. 

" Saturday, July 6. — After eating luncheon with 
Lady Huntingfield, w^e drove down to a breakfast at 
Cambridge Cottage, Kew. Nothing could be more good- 
natured than were both the Duchess and Princess 
Mary, and one saw a good many people one had heard 
of all one's life, and altogether it was very fine and 
very interesting. At dinner we met Lady Waterford, 
whom I was enchanted to see, having heard so much 
of her bcaut}^, which is indeed verj^ great, not only in 

' Afterwards the Rt. Hon. Sir F. Jcune, created 1905 Lord St. Helier; 
married i88r, Susan Mary, daughter of Keith Stewart Mackenzie and 
widow of Li iit.-Coloiul Hon. J. C. Stanley. 


face, but in figure, shape of the head and neck, and 
above all in manner. My neighbour, Captain Keane, was 
a very agreeable and amusing person, when once we got 
off the beaten track of London conversation — the dullest 
of all dull things ! " 

The following autumn found Louisa and her parents 
once more at Sotterley, which they finally left on Sep- 
tember 5. 

" Sotterley Park, September 4. — * My last day at Sotter- 
ley — harvest home — a fine morning,' such were the 
waking thoughts which rushed through my mind on the 
eventful day when we bade farewell for ever as a home 
to this home of nearly twenty years. At 11.30 we 
went to church. It was a pretty sight to see the labourers 
come in, wearing their different badges. Service over, 
they defiled to the park, to the music of the Wren- 
tham Volunteer Band, while I rushed home to gobble 
up some lunch, and, hurrying after them, found them 
all seated in the very prettily decorated barn, and 
worked hard, distributing plum-pudding, etc. Pipes 
were produced, porter was handed out, and my 
uncle's health was drunk with three rounds of hearty 
cheering. Then he returned thanks, and proposed my 
own dear father's health, speaking in the most gratifying 
terms of his going away, and telling them what a good 
kind neighbour they would all lose in him. Papa really 
feels going away from the bottom of his heart, and nearly 
broke down in returning thanks, after the most enthusi- 
astic cheering — and I made a goose of myself all the time ! 
Then came sports and tea, in the middle of which they 
insisted on cheering me, and I could not resist thanking 
them in a few short, broken sentences. Dear, dear Sot- 
terley, may God bless and preserve all its inhabitants ! " 

At this critical moment an unexpected event took 
place. Both the Queen and Prince Consort enter- 
tained a high regard for Sir Edward Bowater, whose 
health had been lately failing, and decided to ask him 
to take their delicate child, Prince Leopold, abroad 
for the winter. One May evening the Prince Consort 
paid a surprise visit to Thatched House Lodge, and, as 

24 LONDON AND CANNES [chap, ii 

he afterwards told her father, was very favourably 
impressed with Louisa herself. 

" It was a cold, wet evening, and concluding that 
at 6.30 we were safe from visitors, Mamma had gone up 
to change her dress. I had already donned my old 
blue gown, and was kneeling in the window by Papa, 
coaxing him after my usual fashion, when the door opened 
and William in his most dignified manner announced, 
'The Prince Consort and Major Du Plat.' 'Who? 
what ! ' exclaimed Papa, ' the Prince ! ' ; and I bolted head 
foremost into the dining-room, and rushed upstairs, 
as soon as the coast was clear, to tell Mamma and 
change m^^ frock. Never were toilets more quickly com- 
pleted. In a few minutes we were down again. The 
Prince was exceedingly good-natured, but I thought 
him looking ill and much altered. He has a strong 
foreign accent. After talking to Mamma and me for 
some time, he departed ; but it will be long before we 
forget the startle ! " 

Louisa was still more surprised when, three months 
later,the Queen's proposal reached her father at Sotterley. 

" Sunday, August 11. — Flabbergasted ! That is the 
only word by which I can possibly describe the state of 
amazement into which I have this day been thrown, 
and I am still doubtful whether the delightful 
plan which has been opened to us is not a dream 
of my own imagination. Sir Charles Phipps has 
written to Papa to the effect, that Prince Leopold 
being ordered to spend the winter in the South of 
France, and the Queen wishing someone to accom- 
pany'- him in whom she had implicit confidence, it 
had occurred to Sir Charles that the arrangement might 
suit us. The party is to consist of the little Prince 
and his tutor, who is also a medical man, and ourselves — 
all expenses defrayed by Her Majesty. Was there ever 
anything so delightful ? Just at the moment when 
we are loosened from most of our ties and unsettled as 
to our future plans, that such a scheme should present 
itself to turn our minds from the sorrow of leaving 
Sotterley does seem really providential. But the 


delight of it ! If it had fallen from the skies I could 
hardly be more astounded. My head is already full 
of the route, and I can only breathe it to my Journal, 
feeling I cannot sleep without doing this." 

In due course the details of the journe}^ were 
communicated to Sir Edward by Major Elphinstone, 
and one Sunday in October Lady and Miss Bowater, 
who had gone to town to prepare for their departure, 
received a sudden summons to Windsor. 

" Sunday, October 27. — We had been to church, and 
in the afternoon St. John came in, pleasant and nice as 
he always is, and we sat down to chess, and were intent 
on our game, when Blandford arrived from Richmond, 
bringing a note to sa}'- that the Queen wished us to 
lunch with her the next day. Great was the consterna- 
tion in the camp. We had made several engagements, 
which had to be cancelled a la hate, and worst of all — ■ 
I had no bonnet I 

" Monday, October 28. — Off for Windsor about 10.30, 
met the coachman at Richmond — alas ! with the 
wrong bonnet ! Papa met us at Windsor station, 
and by great good luck we succeeded in finding a very 
becoming one in the town. Arrived at the Castle, we 
were taken to Lady Ely's room, she being out riding 
with the Queen, and had an interview with Lady Caroline 
Barrington, from whom we obtained much information 
about the little Prince, After lunching with the House- 
hold — i.e. Lady Augusta Bruce, Miss Stanley, Miss Mac- 
donald, and Lord Harris — we went into the corridor. 
By and by came the Queen and Prince and the chil- 
dren, and very pretty it was to see them all together. 
They remained for about ten minutes talking to us, 
the Queen to Mamma, and Princess Alice, who is de- 
cidedly pretty and has very pleasing manners, to me. 
The little ones, including Prince Leo, played about and 
amused themselves by trying to make the dear little 
Princess Beatrice, who is evidently the pet of the 
whole family, say French words. The interview over, 
in which they were all most kind, we crossed the Hol- 
bein Gallery, St. George's Hall, and the Armoury, 

26 LONDON AND CANNES [chap, ii 

and climbed up to Papa's swallow's nest in the Star 
Tower, commanding the same lovely view as the North 
Terrace. After resting here some time, we went down 
to the Library, with which I was charmed, and leaving 
the Castle, returned home, tired but pleased with our 
day, which proved far less formidable than we had 

^* Thursday, October 31. — We were busy preparing 
for the visit of the young Princes, Arthur and Leopold, 
who arrived with Major Elphinstone and Dr. Giinther ^ 
about 1.30, and stayed till 4 p.m. Two such darling 
boys I have not seen for a long while. They were full 
of fun and merriment, and seemed greatly to enjoy 
croquet and hide-and-seek. Prince Arthur especially, 
with his handsome face and courteous manners, has 
carried all our hearts away." 

The travellers set out on their journey on Novem- 
ber 4, and travelled by slow stages, sleeping at Boulogne, 
Paris, Dijon, Avignon, and Toulon. 

" Paris, British Embassy, Rue du Faubourg St. 
Honore, No. 6. — Am I asleep or awake, or walking in 
a dream ? All seems so new and strange that I am 
really somewhat doubtful on the point. Nothing 
strikes me more on landing in this country than the 
hard labour done by the women. At Boulogne they 
claimed it as their privilege to carry the Prince's 
luggage from the boat to the hotel and thence to the 
station, and you constantly see them marching off 
under the heaviest loads. It was quite dark when we 
reached Paris, where an attache awaited our arrival 

^ Dr. Albert Giinther, Ph.D., came to England in i860, after a dis- 
tinguished career at the Universities of Bonn and Tiibingen, and qualified 
himself as a physician and surgeon at St. Bartholomew's Hospital. He 
was selected by the Prince Consort to be medical attendant to Prince 
Leopold, and accompanied him to Cannes in this capacity. In 1 864 he 
was appointed to the staff of the British Museum, and became Keeper of 
the Zoological Department. He resided chiefly at Surbiton, where he had 
a considerable practice, until his scientific researches absorbed his whole 
time. On his death in 1914, at the ripe age of eighty-four, the Times spoke 
in high terms of his attainments and attractive qualities, calling him 
a great personality whose position in the world of science would have 
been still greater but for his sincere modesty. 



i86i] IN PARIS 27 

with two carriages, but I recognised several of my 
old haunts in our drive to the Embassy, a fine old- 
fashioned hotel entre cour et jardin, and therefore 
charmingly quiet. To our great relief there was no 
dinner-party, and Lady Cowley's kind manner soon set 
us at ease after our grand and somewhat intimidating 
reception ; but great was my delight when she proposed 
taking us to the Opera. Don Pasquale, which we 
saw, is a lively little opera, with one lovely air — ' Com' 
€ gentil.' The house is very pretty and was quite full, 
M. de Persigny being among the audience. Nothing 
amused me more than to look at the people in the 
pit and observe the totally different cast of the faces. 
There, too, I made my first acquaintance with the 
genus attache in a Mr.Atlay. It is curious to see ten 
years of Paris life grafted on to an Englishman. How 
tired he must be of doing the agreeable to all the people 
who come to the Embassy, and of flirting with all the 
young ladies — in both of which arts he appears to excel. 
. . . The Prince began to be much more sociable, and in 
the evening he came and laid his head on my shoulder, 
as we rushed along through the heart of la belle France. 
Nothing can be more good-natured than Dr. Giinther, 
who is also exceedingly well-informed; and as to Canne, 
our invaluable courier, he is decidedly the eighth 
wonder of the world : he thinks of everything, knows 
everything, and generally appears to be in three places 
at once. 

" Hotel d' Europe , Avignon , November 10. — Papawas so 
unwell as to cause us a good deal of uneasiness . Mamma 
could not leave him, so I walked out with the Doctor 
and Prince, and drove in the afternoon across the Rhone 
and up the opposite heights. During our walk I was 
suddenly startled by hearing a deep, muffled voice 
behind me saying, ' Pour I'amour de Dieu, pour les 
pauvres prisonniers,' and at the same time the sound of 
money rattling in a box. On turning sharply round, I 
saw close to me a man with a large black cloth thrown 
completely over him, and only two black eyes looking 
at me through two slits in the cloth. The Prince shrank 

28 LONDON AND CANNES [chap, ii 

up to me, and even I felt glad when the Doctor dropped 
a few sous into his box, and so got rid of him. The 
coachman who drove us this afternoon was a Crimean 
soldier, with an English medal, which he showed us 
with pride, and great was his delight at seeing le fils 
de la Reine d'Angleterre. We visited the Cathedral and 
convent Chateau des Papes, now used as a barrack, but 
could not enter the latter, and had to content ourselves 
with gazing up at its solid masonry rising up stern and 
yellow — so different from our grey English towers. 
Nothing strikes us more than the total change in the 
character of the architecture, or reminds one more 
forcibly that we are near Italy. It was a brilliant 
day, and from the heights beyond the Rhone we had a 
magnificent view of Avignon lying in the rich valley, 
where the grey olives contrasted with the bright tints 
of the autumn woods, and the snowy heights of Mont 
Ventoux flushed with the rosy hues of sunset. Not a 
sound was to be heard save the distant tinkling of a 
bell, and the air had the still freshness that I have often 
felt in England at the same hour. All seemed like a 
dream, and I thought of Edith watching the same sunset 
behind the trees at Dunwich. 

" Hotel de V Elephant, Vidauban, November 13. — The 
railroad only goes as far as Toulon, so to-day we began 
posting, and watched with great glee the preparations 
for our start. A motley crowd assembled in the court- 
yard : Italian boys with monkeys and hurdy-gurdys, 
tall, well-made Provencals with dark hair, sparkling 
black eyes and pearly teeth, and postilions with jackets 
embroidered in red. At last we were en route — two 
carriages with four horses each, the first containing 
Mamma, the Doctor, and the Prince ; the second. Papa 
and myself. Anything so aboriginal as the harness I 
never saw, and it is still a mystery to me how the single 
postilion contrives to manage the leaders. But the whole 
thing was amusing to a degree ! You felt that you 
were passing through, not over the country. Then the 
picturesque figures that one saw : sometimes it would 
be a shepherd with a flock of goats and sheep, or an 


old woman with a gigantic hat perched upon a mule 
between loaded panniers, knitting as she went. Then 
we came upon a merry group of road-menders, who 
exchanged jokes with the postilion, or a donkey-cart 
laden with wine casks, and an old woman with a gay- 
coloured handkerchief tied round her head, peering 
out ; or else we passed a great heavy, cumbersome 
diligence with three horses crawling along these abomin- 
able roads. But most amusing of all were the villages, 
with the women washing at the fountains, and mules 
being watered. The whole population turned out to 
see our change of horses, duly announced by the crack- 
ing of whips and jingle of bells. The dirt, however, 
equals the picturesqueness, and the first thing we did 
on arriving at Vidauban was to get out of the village as 
quickly as possible, and scramble up the rocky terraces 
of the olive gardens on the hillside. 

Chateau Leader, Cannes, November 14. — We left 
Vidauban at 9.30, and after passing the ruined arches 
of the Roman aqueduct at Frejus, we had our first 
view of the deep blue Mediterranean, and began the 
ascent of the Esterelles. After slowly winding up a fine 
road for two hours, we reached the summit, and saw 
the snowy peaks of the Basses Alpes clearly defined 
against the deep blue sky, towering over the lower 
ranges of hills, while far below, basking in the Southern 
sun, lay the white houses of Cannes, leaning against the 
"green hillside, close upon the Mediterranean waters. 
Changing horses at the solitary poste below the 
highest point, surrounded by a horde of children, we 
began a long descent through stone-pines and juniper 
and arbutus scrub, with only occasional glimpses of 
snow, mountains, and blue sea, until we reached 
Chateau Leader, one of the first villas on the Toulon 
road, and as far I can see, one of the nicest in Cannes. 
All the rooms are large and airy, and the drawing-room 
opens on to a terrace commanding a lovely view of 
the Mediterranean, the lies Lerins, and the Esterelles 
jutting out into the sea. If only dear Papa were 
better, all would be perfect." 

30 LONDON AND CANNES [chap, ii 

" A sad time followed," writes Lady Knightley in 
her Memoir. " My father grew daily weaker, and 
seldom went beyond the terraced garden. My mother 
could not bear to leave him, and most of my time was 
spent in the Prince's company. We played croquet and 
chess together ; I read to him, and did my best to amuse 
him and divert his thoughts when fits of home-sick- 
ness came over him, on receiving letters from Windsor. 
We took scrambling walks over the rocks or up the hills, 
and every fine morning rode our favourite donkeys, 
' Jacques ' and ' Catherine,' among the olive groves 
and vineyards where now hotels and villas have 
sprung up. Sometimes we took longer expeditions on 
the mountains, and picnicked at some lovely spot, where 
I sketched while the Doctor and little Prince rambled 
about in search of lizards. We were not always welcome 
in these remote villages, and I well remember a woman 
shouting at us, ' Les Anglais ne sont faits que pour 
faire du mal ! ' Meanwhile my poor father grew daily 
weaker, and on December 14 the end came. For several 
days we had been hearing bad accounts of the Prince 
Consort's health, and that same morning I said to 
Mamma, ' I cannot help thinking that the Prince is 
more ill than we think — do you not remember that your 
father and the King died on the same day ? ' At 8 p.m., 
two hours after my dear father breathed his last, came a 
telegram from Windsor : * Pray break to Prince Leopold 
that the Prince is very ill and that we are in great 
anxiety about him.' On Sunday morning, December 1 5^ 
Lord Rokeby arrived from Nice with a telegram 
announcing that the Prince Consort had died tranquilly 
at ten minutes before eleven. I was busy all day 
writing letters, and had the poor little Prince with me. 
' Poor child ! ' I wrote in my Journal, ' he is too young 
fully to realise all he has lost.' 

" Monday, December 16. — Late in the evening, what 
really seemed the first ray of comfort came, in these 
telegrams from Windsor : ' Mamma hopes j^ou are pretty 
well ; we are all heart-broken. — Helena ' ; and, ' Dear 
Mamma wishes me to tell you how much she feels for you, 



and how much she hopes you feel for her. — Helena.' 
Our answer was as follows : ' Lady Bowater's duty 
to Princess Helena, and begs her humble dut}' to the 
Queen, with the most heartfelt gratitude for the kind 
telegrams, and the assurance of her deepest S3^mpathy.' 
On Friday, January 3, a still, grey, rainy day, strangely 
in accordance wdth our feelings, my darling father's 
mortal remains were laid to rest in the peaceful green 
churchyard at Sotterley. It seemed too sad and strange 
to think of him as dead and buried, with us far away in 
a foreign land, and I sometimes felt as if it must 
all be a dream from which we must soon awaken. 
We were overwhelmed with kind letters, and my uncle 
and aunt implored us to come to them at Dunwich, 
Sotterley, whenever w^e liked ; but we at once offered to 
remain with the Prince, if the Queen wished it, and 
letters from Major Elphinstone and Sir Charles Phipps 
showed us clearly that this was the case. Anything 
that could comfort the Queen in her bitter trial seemed 
to us a sacred duty, and I had the firm conviction that 
this was what m}^ dear father would have wished. In 
the midst of her own overwhelming sorrow, the Queen 
found time to write my mother the kindest and most 
touching letter, expressing the deepest sympathy with 
her loss and the highest regard for her dear husband. 
Prince Leopold's pretty, winning ways greatly en- 
deared him to us both, and during the next few weeks 
he helped to cheer my poor mother, and would coax 
her to go out when no one else could do this. Colonel 
Cavendish was sent out first to take charge of the 
Prince, in my father's place, but was soon succeeded 
by Lord Charles Fitzro}^,^ now Duke of Grafton, whose 
kindness I can never forget. I think he must have 
had a fellow-feeling for my mother, having lost his own 
wife at Cannes only a year or two before. 

" We remained at Cannes till the end of March, 

taking long excursions in the beautiful country round, 

i and enjoying the lovel}^ weather. I particularly 

^Charles Fitzroy, seventh Duke of Grafton, K.G., born 1821, 
succeeded his brother 1882. 

32 LONDON AND CANNES [chap, ii 

remember a long drive to Napoule, where leaving the 
carriage we walked up a romantic gorge and I had my 
tirst view of Italy, lying like a small white cloud on the 
blue sea. beyond Nice and Mentone. Lord Dalhousie 
and Lord Rokeby were almost our only visitors, and a 
young Onslow sometimes came to play croquet with 
the Prince. But I always remember one day meeting 
old Lord Brougham,^ in the queerest clothes — a very 
loud check pair of trousers and weather-beaten wide- 
awake. He stopped me, and held forth for a long time 
on the inconceivable folly, as he called it, of allowing 
the Prince to return to England in March. Of course 
I had no more to do with it than he had ! 

" We left Qmnes with a pang of regret at the break- 
up of our pleasant party, after a last drive along the 
Happy Valle\\ a last visit to Mr. Woolfield's pretty 
garden, and a last game at croquet ! Brought together 
on these Mediterranean shores for five months of 
intimate friendship, intensified by the scenes through 
which we had passed, we were now to be scattered to 
the winds — seldom, if ever, to meet again. 

'' Lord Charles, in his thoughtful kindness, tried as 
far as possible to avoid the places we had halted at 
on the way out. So we stayed at Marseilles, Lyons, 
Macon, Paris, and Amiens, and on the 3rd of April 
reached the * Lord Warden ' at Dover, where Prince 
Arthur and Major Elphinstone were awaiting us. The 
next dav we travelled to Portsmouth, and landed in the 
Victoria and Albert barge at Osborne pier. 

" Friday, April 4, 1862. — Prince Alfred was awaiting 
us, a fine handsome youth, darker than any of his 
brothers, and took us in a char-a-banc to the house. 
Here we were greeted most kindly by the three Princesses,! 
who vanished with Prince Leopold, leaving I^dyl 
Augusta Bruce to take us to our rooms. Presentlyl 
Princess Alice came and had a long, long talk with me.j 
Sorrow has indeed made us know each other. How l| 

' Henry Brougham, bom 177S; Attorney-General to Queen Caroline. 
iS2o; Lord Chancellor, 1S30-1834; created Baron Brougham, 1S30; died 
at Cannes, May 1S6S. 


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grieve for her ! — her young Hfe crushed and blighted by 
a weight of care and responsibility of which few have 
any idea. They were all in and out of our room during 
tea, and when the Princes went to bed, Princesses Helena 
and Louise stayed with me a long time, talking sadly 
of all that has happened. At ten o'clock the Queen 
sent for Mamma, and had a long and deeply interesting 
interview with her — in Mamma's words, ' we talked like 
two old friends.' 

" Saturday, April 5. — This morning Princess Helena 
was already in our sitting-room with Mamma w^hen I went 
in there. Then came the Princes, Lady Augusta, and 
Miss Kerr. Before luncheon the Queen sent Princess 
Louise to bring me to her apartments at the other end 
of the house. She received me in the Prince's own 
room, and her first words were : ' Thank you for all you 
have done for little Leopold.' To me she does not look 
much altered ; her manner was most kind although Yery 
dignified, and she asked innumerable questions about 
dear Papa's last illness and our future plans. I smile 
when I think how I told her of all the family arrange- 
ments, of the boys and Edith and Sotterley. I told 
her how blind I had been to Papa's danger, and she said 
with a deep sigh, ' Ah ! one is blind ' ; and when I told 
her the doctors said he would have suffered if he had 
lived, she said, ' What can one wish, then ? ' After 
luncheon. Lady Caledon, Miss Kerr, Lad}^ Augusta 
Bruce, and General Grey came to see us, and the Princes 
took us to their rooms, where Prince Alfred played to 
me on a self-acting piano given him by the Emperor 
Napoleon, and I had another long talk with Princess Alice 
and Princess Helena. Then I took a w^alk with Miss 
Kerr, and the soft wind, the green mossy turf, and the 
song of the birds made me feel I was in England again. 
The Princesses spent the evening with us. Princess Alice 
looked lovely, and Princess Helena struck me as 
rayonnante de jeunesse ei d' intelligence . 

" Sunday, April 6. — As usual, the younger Princes 
and Princesses breakfasted with us, and shortly before 
eleven we drove with Miss Kerr to service at Whipping- 

34 LONDON AND CANNES [chap, ii 

ham, a lovely little church lately restored under the 
Prince Consort's own direction, and indeed not yet 
finished. At the end of Morning Prayer there was a 
pause, and all the Royal children and most of the 
Household came in. Somehow, it all seemed very sad, 
the deep mourning, the seats draped with black, the 
vacant chair and name omitted in the prayers, and I 
thought of my own dear father, who we felt ought to 
be with us here. After luncheon, the Princesses took 
me to see the fort and the Swiss cottage and the museum, 
which is really beautiful. Princess Helena carried me 
off to her own room, where I spent some time looking at 
the pretty drawings which Princess Alice is making for 
Prince Louis. Mamma was with the Queen, so we went 
into Princess Alice's rooms, and she showed me a great 
treasure, a picture of her beloved father, takenafter death, 
with the beautiful face looking so calm and peaceful. 
There we lingered on, talking in the twilight ; Princess 
Alice lying on the sofa, while I sat in an arm-chair at her 
feet, and Princess Helena was on the floor at mine, and 
Prince Alfred perched on the table. We had quite a 
roomful at dinner, all talking and laughing together. 

" Monday, April 7.— Our darling Prince Leo's 
ninth birthday. May God bless and keep that dear 
child and help him to be a comfort to his mother ! 
I spent the morning with the Princesses, and saw 
the three Princes drive off in Prince Arthur's pretty 
little artillery waggon. In the afternoon we had an 
interminable game at croquet with all the Princes, and 
after tea had immense fun in the corridor playing with 
their little theatre. The Oueen sent Mamma two beauti- 
ful prints of herself and the Prince, as well as a large 
photograph of herself and her children grouped round 
the Prince's bust, and gave me a lovely brooch with 
Prince Leo's hair. Sir Charles Phipps called on Mamma 
and told her that Thatched House Lodge was to be 
granted to Colonel Liddell. I spent the evening with 
Princess Helena, who was most kind and affectionate. 

" Tuesday, April 8.— I took a last walk with Prince 
Leo and Dr. Giinther, and bade an affectionate good-bye 

i862] RETURN HOME 35 

to the three Princesses. At the last moment the Queen 
sent for us, and was most kind but terribly overcome. 
Alas ! poor Queen ! The two Princes crossed with us 
in the Fairy. My darling boy cried bitterly at parting, 
and our journey home was very sad, the familiar 
form missing everywhere, and the dear place looking so 
pretty — and now we have to leave it ! " 


Richmond Park, Dunwich, and Arbury 

1 862-1 863 

The next year of Louisa's life was a difficult one. The 
sad home-coming was followed by the dreary task of 
packing up and preparing to leave the Richmond house, 
which was now to pass into other hands. Their estab- 
lishment was broken up, and she and her mother had 
already taken a long farewell of their beloved home, and 
were debating whether to settle in town or to accept Mr. 
Barne's offer of Sotterley as their temporary residence, 
when anunexpected intimation reached them to the effect 
that Colonel Liddell had declined to live at Thatched 
House Lodge, and that the Queen begged them to 
remain there. In the end Lady Bowater decided to 
accept this offer, and December found Louisa once 
more settled in the old home. For her these troubled 
days were brightened by the companionship of her 
devoted cousin Edith, who spent the summer at Rich- 
mond Park and to whom she paid a long and delightful 
visit in the following autumn at Dunwich. But this 
happy time was overshadowed by her cousin's rapidly 
failing health, and it was plain that this charming young 
girl's da3^s were already numbered. 

" Friday, April 25, 1862. — My twentieth birthday — 
alas ! it was a sad one ! — that warm embrace and fervent 
blessing were missing. Yet he is safe with God, and one 
day we shall be together again. I woke at 3.30 a.m. 
and was rejoiced by the sight of a glorious sunrise and 
the concert of many birds. The post brought a budget 

from Osborne, a coral and gold locket from Prince Leo, 


1 862] A BIRTHDAY 37 

with his portrait painted by Princess Ahce, a gold locket 
with a pearl cross and their hair at the back from 
Princesses Helena and Louise, and charming letters 
from all three. The Queen's present to Mamma arrived 
early — -a beautiful bracelet with Prince Leo's portrait 
and the following inscription : * To Lady Bowater, in 
remembrance of her affectionate care of our little father- 
less boy, Leopold. — Victoria R., April 1862.' This is 
the first birthday which Edith and I have ever spent 
together, but oh ! how things are changed with us both. 
It seems so sad and strange to see her on a couch of 
sickness and suffering, with little hope of recovery, and 
to hear how often she longs to die. Yet she is an im- 
mense comfort to me. We sat long together in the sunset, 
watching the beautiful light and talking of many things. 
What should I do without her ? 

" June 5. — Philip, Madame, and I spent a long day 
at the International Exhibition. Everyone agrees that 
the coup d'osil is less fine than in '51, and certainly that is 
my own impression as far as I can remember. The nave 
is too crowded, and one misses the statues and flowers. 
We had just entered the picture gallery, and were stand- 
ing lost in admiration before Gainsborough's * Girl 
with a Pitcher,' when my attention was suddenly 
arrested by the courtly manner in which a stick which 
fell near me was picked up and restored to the owner, 
and great was my surprise to find myself close to 
Princess Alice. A little manoeuvring enabled me to 
exchange greetings with Princess Helena, and then 
they passed on, a delightful example to the fine ladies 
who think it quite impossible to go on a shilling da}^ 
I recognised many old favourites among the pictures 
— Constable's * Hay-Wain,' Turners and Morlands and 
Landseers — and what I admired most of all in the French 
section was Paul Delaroche's ' Martyr in the reign of 
Diocletian,' a young Christian virgin who had been 
drowned, floating down the stream, with a halo of 
radiant light round her head. The Belgian school is 
also very good, above all ' The Last Honours paid to 
Counts Egmont and Horn,' which quite startles one, 


so magnificently are these heads painted. Wandering 
among all these treasures occupied the whole morning. 
At two we proceeded to the American buffet for ' sand- 
wiches and porter,' and then strolled about the numerous 
courts for the whole afternoon, devoting perhaps more 
attention to the harness and militar}'- department than 
to anything else. 

" June 1 1 . — A busy, bustling day, in preparation for 
our youthful Royalties, who arrived in a fly from Rich- 
mond station about four. Dear little Prince Leo looks 
so well, and we had a very merry afternoon with 
croquet and bagatelle. They paid Edith some nice little 
visits and w^re very dear to her, had tea, and then 
departed. Major Elphinstone of course came with 
them, and charmed everyone by his pleasing manners. 

" June 22. — We drove over to Pembroke Lodge and 
had rather a good game of croquet. The Listers, Peels, 
etc., were there, also Lady Rose Fane and a Danish 
Captain de Falbe. Lord Amberley was very pleasant. 
He is a little shy man, and we rather herd together, 
like the two lost sheep of the party. I like his absence 
of pretension, not at all what you would expect of 
Lord Russell's eldest son. 

" July 20. — To croquet at Pembroke Lodge — a small 
part}^ I continued the incipient flirtation with Lord 
Amberley. He seems a clever, well-read, ambitious little 
man, and called here last week, to my intense amusement . 

" July 24. — My darling Edith's eighteenth birthday. 
Into Thy hands I commend her, O my God. I could not 
help hoping, as I watched the changes in the day, that 
it might be an emblem of her life, grey, overcast, and 
rainy earty, later fine and bright. I saw the first hare- 
bells — her favourite flower — pale, alas ! and as colourless 
as herself. 

" July 26. — We had a glorious drive in the early 
morning across the park to Barnes, the summer sun 
shining down on the rich green vales, the deer browsing 
in the plain, the woodpecker, with its lazy, undulating 
flight, scarcely fleeing at the sound of our wheels, the 
lake as still as a mirror, with the loveliest reflections of 


sky and banks undimmed by a single ripple. What a 
contrast to the bustle and turmoil of town, where the 
close of the season does not appear to exercise the 
slightest influence on the crowded streets ! One feels 
daily more and more the pace at which most people 
of the present age are living. Can we wonder at the 
increase of insanity ? There is a wild look in the e^^es 
of half the men I meet on the railroad — not the fashion- 
able swells, * the men about town ' of the Saturday 
Review — which makes me shudder. There is no rest, 
no repose for anyone in the present day ; you are alwaj^s 
on the go, for pleasure or for business. Is this pre- 
ferable to the stagnation of former days ? I do not 
know ; it is difficult, almost impossible to decide. And 
for women in particular, is this restless, independent 
spirit good ? This enfranchisement from prejudice, 
through which we all pass, in which I myself count 
so many stages, whither will it lead ? I know it is 
a dangerous tendency, yet surely light, knowledge, 
truth, all these are worth striving for. God means 
that we should strive for them, in all humility, but in 
all earnestness. Neither the individual nor the genera- 
tion can shut their eyes and say, * I will see no more, 
I will go no farther.' We must all learn to unite the 
two lives — to live the one in its full extent as the best 
preparation for the other, which will be its glorious 
crown and completion, and where, as Monod so beauti- 
fully says, ' our eternal thirst for love, for light, for 
knowledge, for enjoyment, will be perfectly satisfied.' 

" Dunwich, Monday, September 15. — I started after 
an early breakfast to drive our old maid Mellish and 
myself to Sotterley. We arrived at the Park about 
eleven, and walked to the churchyard, where now sleeps 
the best and fondest of fathers. Very calm and peace- 
ful was that dear little churchyard, but bitter tears 
will fall, and bitterer were they when I entered the 
deserted house and visited his room. Alas ! alas ! 
it is all so very sad. Dear old Mother Cutler was glad 
enough to see me, and I went and saw a number of 
my old friends, who escorted me back to the house. 


It all came so pleasantly and naturally that I could 
hardly realise the sad changes that have taken place 
since I was here last. 

" Grey Friars, Dunwich, Saturday, September 20. — 
Mine eyes were rejoiced at breakfast by the sight of a 
letter from dear Prince Leo, announcing the Prince of 
Wales's engagement to Princess Alexandra of Denmark. 
He says he has seen her at Brussels, and that she is very 
pretty and amiable. The wedding is to take place next 
March at Windsor, but his mother, he adds, will not be 
present, which seems a great pity. 

" October 10. — We were much concerned last evening 
at seeing in the paper an announcement that Her 
Majesty's journey from Reinhardtsbrunnen to Coburg 
was delayed in consequence of a slight accident to 
Prince Leopold, which proved more difficult to cure 
than was at first anticipated. Our anxiety, however, 
was not of long duration, for this morning's post brought 
a charming letter from Princess Helena, written by the 
Queen's desire, to tell us all about it. It seems that 
he ran a pen into the roof of his mouth, and the wound 
bled for a week, which, of course, reduced him very 
much, but he is really all right again. So like the Queen, 
this piece of thoughtful kindness. I wrote at once to 
thank Princess Helena. 

" Thatched House Lodge, Richmond Park, Monday, 
December 8. — Home once more ! Yes, it is home. 
Though it can never be what it once was, yet I do feel 
joyous and thankful to be here once more. Great 
was our surprise and delight on arriving to find that, 
by the indefatigable exertions of our good people, our 
Lares and Penates have all resumed their wonted places, 
and everything has an air of comfort, cleanliness, and 
good taste that charms my very being. Thanks be 
to God for this great blessing — for a great blessing we 
now feel it to be — and, under Him, to our good and 
gracious Queen. 

" Wednesday, December 10. — Busy arranging books 
and letters. Wilhelm von Humboldt says, ' Old letters 
lose their vitality.' Mrs. Jameson remarks that this is 



' untrue, and it is just because they retain their vitahty 
that it is so dangerous to keep some letters, so wicked 
to burn others.' I think Mrs. Jameson is right : I have 
been tearing up some of Edith's letters to-night, and 
changed as she now is, still these letters have life in 
them — they bring her before me exactly as she was at 
that age, I fancy I hear her talk. Busy all day gardening 
and working in the schoolroom. It is such thorough 
enjoyment being at home, among all one's things, and 
feeling for the first time for a year that we have a settled 
home. This feeling is tiding us over these sad anni- 
versaries better than I could have possibly hoped. 

" Sunday, December 14. — A long, dreary day. A 
year — a whole year — has elapsed since my darling father 
was taken from us. I can scarcely believe it or realise 
that all these weary months have passed without him. 
The blank is just as great, the aching void in my heart 
which nothing can ever fill. Only the hope of the 
great Hereafter lives to cheer and strengthen. Where 
should we all be without this belief ? But the thought 
of him recalls me to the present. He left me a sacred 
charge. ' Take care of Mamma,' were his last words, 
' when I am gone, and do all she tells you ; she is your 
best friend.' My God, help me to fulfil it. How much 
my thoughts are at Windsor to-day. There all is united 
— the Prince's life, his death, his grave ; while^'ur sad 
hearts must travel to the death-bed in a foreign knd — 
to the grave in the quiet churchyard far away. Sweet, 
dear letters from Princess Helena and Prince Leopold 
brought with them a melancholy pleasure. Princess 
Louise and Edith also wrote later. 

^^ New Year's Eve, 1862. My own room, 1 1 .30. — Once 
more. Old Year, farewell. It is a grave thing standing 
thus between the Old and the New, looking back and 
looking forward. May God pardon my past errors 
and give strength for the future ! His love alone can 
support me, that alone can never fail me. Oh that 
I might lose myself more and more in that love, that 
it might become more and more my very life and 
being ! Three things mark this year : the visit to 


Osborne, my long intercourse with dearest Edith, the 
departure from this place and our unexpected return. 
All more or less things to be thankful for. ' Look not 
mournfully into the Past,' said a wise man, * it comes 
not again. Wisely improve the Present ; it is thine. 
Go forth into the unknown Future without fear and 
with a manly heart.' " 

Lady Bowater now made a determined effort for 
her daughter's sake to rouse herself from the torpor 
into which she had sunk after the shock of her husband's 
death. Louisa's own spirits revived with the buoyancy 
of youth, and she thoroughly enjoyed her return to 

" Monday, January $, 1863. — Last week Lord Am- 
berley brought us an invitation to a party at Pembroke 
Lodge at which we assisted to-day. The guests consisted 
only of General Peel and his three daughters, and Pro- 
fessor and Mrs. Owen. The charade Surprise was acted 
with much spirit and cleverness, especially by Lord 
Amberley, who as Master Tom Sniffington * taking off 
Dr. Switchem ' was inimitable. Very pretty, too, was 
little Agatha as ' Andromeda.' In short, the whole 
thing amused me immensely. Afterwards we had 
some pleasant chat, seasoned by Lord Amberley's 
mild attentions, and I was interested in meeting three 
such remarkable men as General Peel, Professor Owen, 
and Lord Russell." 

The next day Louisa accompanied her mother on 
a visit to Arbur}^, the home of her cousin and guardian, 
Charles Newdegate, the well-known Member of Parlia- 
ment for Warwickshire. This fine old house with its 
ancient conventual buildings and castellated fagade 
added by Sir Roger Newdegate in the eighteenth 
century had lately acquired a new interest from the 
novels of George Eliot (Mary Anne Evans), whose 
father had formerly been a carpenter on the Arbury 
estate and whose brother was agent to the present 
owner. The scene of Mr. Gilfil's Love Story had been 
laid at Arbury, and the house itself described under 
the name of Chcverel Manor. 

Lady Bowater. 

(From a miniature by Sir William Ross.) 

[ To face p. 42- 

1863] AT ARBURY 43 

" Arbury, Wednesday, January 7. — A fine winter's 
day, and I spent the morning wandering about these 
beautiful grounds under the cedars and Scotch firs, 
along the yew hedges and the moat, my thoughts going 
to the music of the falling waters tumbling over the 
rocks. After lunch we walked to the Home Farm, which 
is very snug and pretty, and coming home the reflection 
of the old grey house and muUioned windows and great 
beeches and cedars in the water were all most lovely. 

" Thursday, January 8. — We drove to Leamington 
to an amateur concert given by fifty ladies and gentle- 
men, in aid of the North Warwickshire Relief Fund, a 
piece of rare enjoyment. I felt proud of my unmusical 
nation when I heard this exquisite performance given 
by my countrymen and women for the sake of the poor 
Coventry ribbon-weavers. A splendid air from Jephthah 
was superbly sung by Mr. Arthur Coleridge, and Haydn's 
canzonet, ' My mother bids me bind my hair,' was 
beautifully rendered b}^ Mrs, Harvey. I cannot describe 
the entrancing effect of these deUcious melodies or the 
way -in which the audience hung upon the singers' lips, 
till in that great hall you might have heard a pin drop. 
In the twenty minutes' interval Charley Newdegate 
gave a speech about the distress, explaining that this 
was the third winter of suffering, and thanked the 
Ladies Feilding and others who had worked so hard in 
the good cause. It was a great pleasure to hear him 
speak — although, between me and my Journal, I do not 
think he speaks well nor do I like his action — and I felt 
proud of belonging to him, as his ward and cousin. 
Lord Denbigh held the plate at the door, and I took the 
opportunity of making myself known to this old friend 
of my father. The dear old gentleman seemed much 
pleased. He travelled back with us to Rugby, and 
much agreeable conversation passed between him and 
Mrs. Newdegate about the distress. The rate of 
mortality has actually decreased ! This is attributed 
not only to the children being better attended to b}^ 
their mothers, but also to their being unable to purchase 
the cordials, largely composed of opium, with which 


they were in the habit of drugging them to a frightful 
extent. From Rugby we travelled with Mr. Clerk of 
Astley Castle, who is Counsel to the Crown, and talked 
much of Greece. Lord Palmerston, he says, had actu- 
ally made up his mind that Prince Alfred should accept 
the crown, and only retracted in consequence of the 
general opposition abroad. I am very glad he has done 
this — England's moderation speaks volumes for her. 
As to the cession of the Ionian Islands, he says that 
the inhabitants are chiefly Roman Catholic and more 
Italian than Greek ; that they are largeh'' a trading 
community, and that to take them from under the 
protection of the British flag and British Consuls would 
be doing them a poor service. All this was very in- 
teresting after my long months of seclusion. 

" January i6. — A regular country-house day. Miss 

B and I walked in the morning. I cannot like that 

girl ; there is no harm in her, but she does not suit 
me. The afternoon was spent playing billiards in the 
old gallery with Miss Montgomerie, who amuses me 
very much with her odd, independent ways. I sat 

next to Captain B , who also begins to amuse me. 

He has plenty of fun and sense, and his profession 
of being a lady-hater piques me by its novelty. 

" January 17. — Miss Montgomerie, Miss B , and I 

had a charming drive to cover and saw the hounds 
meet, which I enjoyed very much, never having seen 
anything of the kind before. Afterwards Tina and I 
sat in the gallery in the firelight and twilight, with the 
old family portraits looking down upon us and the 
statues gl( aming from either end. In the evening we 
had tremendous fun.. Tina and I exchanged experiences 
after dinner, and when the gentlemen came in we 
found ourselves the centre of quite a brilliant circle 

— Captain B , Mr. Clerk, Colonel Astley. We fell to 

talking of politics, and nearly demolished the latter, 
well backed by the other two. 

" Tuesday, January 20. — Tina and I sat in the 
drawing-room all the morning, and I tried to sketch 
the great Gothic window. After luncheon we all 

1 863] RICHMOND PARK 45 

played billiards in the gallery, and sat round the fire, 
telling the story of that other Tina who figures in 
Scenes of Clerical Life as pacing up and down this same 

gallery. I must say I like Captain B very much. 

He is good-natured, sensible, and honest. I only hope 
Hampton Court will not spoil him. And Tina is a 
darling — clever, sprightly, affectionate. Altogether I 
have enjoyed this visit very much, and so, I think, has 
Mamma. It has rubbed us both up and done us a world 
of good. 

" Richmond Park, February 7. — Mamma and I had 
the usual London day — the bazaar, Roland's, my 
singing and music lessons. Pauer gave me greater 
praise than I expected. But why did he say, ' Werden 
Sie nur nicht eingebildet 1 ' Has he remarked this 
grand failing in my character ? Yet I do not think I 
am conceited about my music. I have had too many 
home truths on the subject for that ! After the lesson 
Mamma and I had a charming walk across the Park to 
Mrs. Spiers, where we found a host of people assembled 
to admire Eliza's presents and trousseau and congratu- 
late her on her approaching marriage. Among them 
were Mme Van de Weyer and her daughter, Sir Alexander 
Buchanan, the lately appointed Ambassador at Berlin, 
my old friend Constance Lennox, and Lord Leven and 
Lord Kirkcaldy, with whom we travelled down to Barnes. 
The latter can talk of nothing but the approaching 
Royal marriage and the preparations for the event at 
Windsor. Most delightful after all this bustle and 
turmoil was the drive home in the marvellously warm 
spring evening. It was nearly dark when we reached 
the Terrace, only a gleam of sunset still left in the 
sky was reflected in the river, swollen by an unusually 
high tide. Then came the Park, with its bare, leafless 
trees, a few distant lights sparkling between the stems, 
and the stars shining overhead — my friends Orion and 
the Pleiades were especially distinct as we climbed the 
hill to our hawk's nest. I felt the soothing influences 
of Nature, and contentment and thankfulness took 
possession of my heart — thankfulness more especially 


for the quiet home which it has pleased God to restore 
to us, and which I feel deeply is very much better for 
me than a life in town could have been. Politics are 
very interesting just now, and the more I read history, 
the more interest I must take in the histor}^ acting 
around me. Parliament met on the 5th, and the Prince 
of Wales took his seat in the House of Lords. Great 
are the discussions, especiall}^ upon foreign politics, the 
chief bone of contention being the cession of the Ionian 
Islands to Greece. They seem pretty unanimous as 
to the wisdom of non-intervention in America, and all 
seem to doubt the benefits to be conferred on the slaves 
by the success of the North — in short. Parliament 
echoes the Times ; while, to the astonishment of every- 
body, an enormous meeting held at Exeter Hall declares, 
with the most overpowering enthusiasm, for Emancipa- 
tion at all costs — the North and President Lincoln ! 
And this in the teeth of the fact that black men are 
dying of starvation at New York by hundreds. Eman- 
cipation by all means, say I, but not, as I believe the 
Abolitionists would have it, at the price of the extermi- 
nation of the coloured race. I am surprised to see Tom 
Hughes' name at that meeting. Then there is the 
Insurrection in Poland and the gallant resistance of 
the Prussian Chamber to the unconstitutional aggres- 
sions of King William. Party in England seems to be 
nowhere. The Government brings forward no measures, 
and the Opposition has no fault to find save with some 
of Lord Russell's dispatches to Denmark on that 
un-understandable question of Schleswig-Holstein, and 
to the Pope, proposing Malta as his residence." 



The Royal Wedding 


The year 1863 opened gaily for Louisa, with the Royal 
wedding, which she attended in the pleasantest way, 
going with her kind neighbours, Lord and Lady Leven, 
to stay with their son. Lord Kirkcaldy, at the Bank 
at Windsor — " a piece of great good luck," as she re- 

" Windsor, Friday, March 6. — We travelled to 
Windsor with Clare Thornton, and there found Lord 
and Lady Leven, Lord Kirkcaldy, Sophia and Florence 
Melville, Ronald and Julia, Madame Goldschmidt 
(Jenny Lind) and her boy. Everybody was rushing 
about, triumphal arches adorned the streets, and the 
town was as gay as a foreign place. We young people 
— Sophia, Florence, Ronald, and I — are in another house, 
opposite the Bank, and great fun we have ! 

" Saturday, March 7. — A long and exciting day. 
Clare and I were sitting writing after breakfast when 
Lord Leven rushed in. * Come instantly, and the Dean 
will show us the chapel.' So off we flew, and saw the 
nave all fitted up with red cloth, and what I cared about 
most, the beautiful stained window and alabaster reredos 
erected in memory of the Prince Consort, and intended 
as a symbol of his public and private life. While we 
were there, the Crown Prince and Princess came in, 
and I had a good sight of them. She looked so fresh, 
so young and simple, with a bunch of spring flowers 
in her hand, and he is much handsomer and has a far 

more pleasing expression than I imagined. We also 


48 THE ROYAL WEDDING [chap, iv 

saw the temporary building at the end of the chapel, 
including the bride's room, which is all white and pink 
and loveliness. Then we walked down Eton, which 
also sports arches and decorations, and stood some 
time in the old school quadrangle. We spent most of 
the afternoon watching the crowds in the streets, and 
after tea took up our station near the bridge, and 
waited patiently for the bride. First we saw the 
four Princes — Frederick William, Louis, Arthur, and 
Leo — drive down. Gradually it grew dark, the lamps 
were lighted, and guns were fired to announce the arrival 
at Slough, each shot sending a little thrill through the 
crowd. At last General Seymour trotted past and the 
head of the escort appeared on the bridge. The carriage 
pulled up immediately opposite us, there was a rush and 
a cheer — a fair young girl in a white bonnet with pink 
rosebuds was seen at the window, bowing and smiling, 
and then on they passed, and all was over. I felt so 
glad to think that she knew the Queen and Princesses 
beforehand, and was not arriving among strangers ! 

" Sunday, March 8. — We drove to service at a lovely 
little church at Englefield Green, and after luncheon 
walked on the North Terrace, but came in soon, as it 
was bitterly cold, and Madame Goldschmidt began to 
sing to us, first German hymns, then ' O rest in the 
Lord ' and several airs from the Messiah, especially 

* Behold and see if there be any sorrow like unto my 
sorrow.' The whole room was wrapt in deep attention. 
Opposite to me sat Dudley de Chair, his handsome 
features and remarkably beautiful expression contrasting 
finely with Florence's fair, spiritual face. Altogether I 
never spent a more delightful Sunday. 

" Monday, March g. — Started off early after breakfast 
with Florence and Walter Goldschmidt for the Castle, 
and saw some of the Royal party on their way to the 
chapel. This time I contrived to see that Princess 
Alexandra is of a very suitable height for the Prince, 
who is not so very short after all. I was watching them 
pass into the chapel when Walter suddenly exclaimed, 

* There are the two little Princes on the Green,' and 


presently we came face to face with them. Major 
Elphinstone recognised me, and we stopped and had a 
talk. Both the boys looked well and grown, and great 
was the laughing and talking with me and my two little 
chaperons. Later in the day, we were amused by seeing 
the Lord Mayor and Aldermen in their fine coaches 
drive up to the Castle to present the Princess with a 
magnificent diamond necklace, and had a beautiful view 
of her as she went down to Eton. She is much prettier 
than her photographs, with just the modest, half-shy, 
half-pleased expression one likes to see as she bowed 
her acknowledgments right and left. We then marched 
up the Hundred Steps, meeting the lovely Lady Spencer 
with the Archbishop and Bishop of Oxford on our way, 
and proceeded to take Mr. Ruthven's very small rooms 
by storm. Great was the horror of his bachelor friends, 
as one by one they dropped in, to find him thus invaded, 
and very merry we made ourselves over the muffins and 
their discomfiture. Then back to find Lady Anna and 
Lady Emily Melville had arrived, and to enjoy another 
very merry tea-fight and a still merrier game of Silent 
Commerce, before starting to see the fireworks. I took 
my seat upon the box, and drove off under the starry sky 
and the old grey Castle walls, up to the chapel, where 
workmen were still busy, and through the cloisters 
to Canon Anson's house. From a terrace in front of 
this we looked down on the fireworks, which were exceed- 
ingly pretty, and I fell into a drowsy state, from which I 
was roused to return home, where a merry supper was 
very acceptable after the fatigues of the day. Sophia 
and I had a long talk about Papa and Edith and all kind 
of things. It is wonderful how sorrow brings people 
together. I feel that Sophia is now a real friend. 

" Tuesday, March 10. — How glad we all were, when 
dressing and breakfasting on that cold, foggy Tuesday 
morning, not to be the plumed and trained dames of 
high degree, who, before w^e left our beds, were shivering 
in the train on their way from town ! Cold enough 
we thought it when, soon after ten, Lady Leven, the 
Indian Princess Gourramma, Sophia, Florence, Ronald, 

50 THE ROYAL WEDDING [chap, iv 

Clare, and myself marched up the Castle hill to the stand 
close to the guardroom gateway. The road was lined 
with Volunteers, whose grey uniforms contrasted well 
with the scarlet uniforms of the Coldstreams, Yeomen of 
the Guard, and royal officials swarming in all directions. 
Carriage after carriage came pouring up from the 
station containing duchesses resplendent with diamonds, 
cabinet ministers, generals covered with orders, brides- 
maids, and bishops. Ronald and 1 did our best to put 
names to them, with various success. Soon the pro- 
cession of the Danish Royal Family came down the 
hill ; our own Princes and Princesses followed, and were 
received with loud cheers. Princess Helena looking very 
handsome. I heard afterwards that she was very much 
admired by all the foreigners. Great was our indigna- 
tion at some of the people behind us refusing to stand 
up as they passed, and trying to bully us into a similar 
want of respect ; but Ronald and I, on whom the brunt 
of their attack fell, as we chanced to be tall and con- 
spicuous, stood our own and were loyal. Then came 
the bridegroom, who looked grave and handsome, 
though almost buried under his robes ; and last of all, the 
bride, her classic profile well set off by the many folds 
of her white lace veil, but unrelieved by a single tinge 
of pink in her cheeks. We settled down, with what 
patience we could, to await the close of the ceremony. 
I employed myself pencilling a few lines to Mamma, and 
tried to realise the solemn scene going on within and 
to think of our widowed Queen looking down on her 
children. . . . Suddenly a mounted equerry rode 
rapidly past, guns boomed in the Long Walk, and bells 
rang out from every steeple. I would not for all the 
world have missed this outside glimpse of and share 
in the great event. It was worth anything to see the 
look of beaming happiness on the bridegroom's face as he 
stepped out of the gateway with his wife beside him. 
We hurried on to a crush luncheon at the Guards' 
barracks, where we met all the world and his wife, but 
came away early, and by favour of Captain Legge took 
up a very good position behind the sentries, to see the 

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Prince and Princess of Wales go away. After waiting 
patiently for three-quarters of an hour, down they drove 
in an open carriage, quite slowly, so that we had a good 
look at them. I am perfectly satisfied. She is all that 
is good, pure, innocent, and lovely, and both looked so 
supremely happy that it did one's heart good to look 
at them. Her excessive paleness of the morning had 
given w^ay to a lovely pink colour, and amidst all the 
bowing right and left they found time to talk to each 
other. Once more, God bless them ! 

" Of course, as soon as the carriages had passed 
there was a rush-off started, little Lord Kirkcaldy, with 
the Indian Princess on one arm and me on the other, 
among all the Eton boys . In the iron gatewa}' there was 
a jam. Lord Kirkcaldy shouted, ' Armitage, will you 
take a lady for me ? ' A tall individual sprang forward, 
and leaning on this stranger's arm, I walked between 
the ranks of the Volunteers amid the laughter and 
applause of the mob. But at the turn to the station 
the crush was really frightful, and w^e were almost 
swept off our legs. However, in time I got safely home, 
and spent the evening playing and dancing. Before 
Madame Goldschmidt left, I contrived to get a few words 
with her. I like her so much, and have seldom met so 
high-minded and charming a woman. She had been in 
the choir, and was most deeply touched with the whole 
ceremony. ' It was a blessed and holy scene,' she said. 
The Queen, in a widow's cap and deep mourning, wear- 
ing silk for the first time, witnessed the ceremony from 
a closet just above and to the left of the altar. She 
looked well, and although deeply affected when the 
bridegroom entered, as each pronounced the ' I wall ' her 
whole face lit up with a smile. ' The Prince,' said 
Madame, * bore himself nobly and with great dignity.' 
Very touching must it have been when all her children 
curtseyed to her. But amid all the tears, a happy diver- 
sion was created by a small scrimmage between Prince 
Leo and little Prince William of Prussia, who resented 
most vehemently his uncle's attempts at tutoring him. 

" I sat next to Mr. De Chair at dinner, and must 

52 THE ROYAL WEDDING [chap, iv 

mention him as one of the personages who have attracted 
me the most during this memorable week. Settled in 
Canada, and engaged to be married, he was pre-eminently 
safe, and I allowed myself to be drawn to him by 
peculiarly frank and pleasant manners, so unlike the 
blase politeness of men of the world. We even went 
to the length of exchanging photos and autographs, 
and as we passed over to the other house by starlight, 
parted the best of friends — probably never to meet again 
in this world. But I am going on too fast, and forgetting 
the illuminations, which we drove out to see after dinner. 
Beautiful as fairyland was the Castle arch, its fiery lines 
standing out against the dark sky ; and next to that, 
what I liked best was the Bank as seen from the bridge. 
Altogether, this was a pleasant ending to a never-to-be- 
forgotten day." 

A month later, Louisa returned to Windsor again 
with a party from Roehampton, and was present at a 
children's dance given by Lord Kirkcaldy at the Bank. 
" It was great fun," she writes on April 8. "All the 
Hoods, Seymours, Van de Weyers, etc., were there, and 
we danced morris dances. Sir Roger, and a reel after the 
guests were all gone. Mrs. Grey introduced me to 
SybiP — she is pretty. Lady Susan has been up to the 
Castle to see the Queen for the first time since the 
Duchess of Kent's death, and has had a beautiful 
bracelet very like Mamma's, with a miniature of the 
Duchess and lock of her hair, given her by the Queen." 

" Friday, April lo. — This was a memorable day 
in my life. Tagebuch, vertrauter Freund, nehme also 
dessen Schildemng anf ! The house being uninhabit- 
able owing to preparations for the dance, I went out 
with Lad}^ Susan and Florence, and walked on the 
North Terrace, where, in the soft spring air, it really 
felt as though one could see the leaves coming out. 
Returning to the Bank, I found Lord Kirkcaldy and 
Sophy going to drive to the nursery gardens at 
Slough. So I went with them, and a charming drive 

1 Sybil, eldest daughter of General Charles Grey, private secretary to 
Queen Victoria; married 1867, William, loth Duke of St. Albans. 


we had, and saw some lovely azaleas, which were one 
mass of blossom. In the middle of luncheon came a 
note from Miss Hildyard, asking me to be at the Castle 
at 3.30. So I walked up with Lord Kirkcaldy and 
Mellish, and went straight to Miss Hildj^ard's rooms, 
where I found her and both Princesses. We met the 
children in the corridor, and saw Princess Louis's new 
little baby, born on Sunday, or rather a bit of its cheek. 
Nothing could be more charming or affectionate than 
they all were. Princess Helena went to dress for 
walking, and Prince Leo was sent for to see me. Dear 
little fellow, it is such a treat to see him ! Next ap- 
peared Prince Alfred, to show his heutenant's uniform 
to his sisters, and very pleasant and good-natured he 
was in the few minutes' tete-a-tete I had with him. Then 
came little Princess Beatrice with her governess to see 
him, and after that Princess Helena and I sallied 
out by ourselves. It did seem so curious to see the 
sentries presenting arms as we two girls passed out 
under the great archway. Presently Prince Alfred 
and Prince Louis overtook us, driving together in a 
new Russian carriage. We had a long and very inter- 
esting talk during our hour-and-a-half's walk. The 
Princess struck me as having developed rapidly in the 
past year, no doubt the result of the new duties and 
responsibiHties laid upon her since Princess Alice's 
marriage. She spoke much of her father and of his 
exalted conception of duty, which was the motive of his 
whole life. Both her sisters are very happy in their 
married life, but she herself is not impatient to follow 
their example, and hopes to remain in England when 
she marries. God bless and help her, and make me of 
real service to her ! But the story of this day was not 
ended. I heard with dismay from Lord Kirkcaldy 

that Mr. E , my all-too-attentive partner at the 

Rendlesham balls, had begged for an invitation to 
the dance to-night, and sure enough he met me on the 
threshold of the ballroom. I danced twice w^ith him, 
but refused to give him a third dance, saying that I w^as 
never allowed to dance more than twice with anyone, and 

54 THE ROYAL WEDDING [chap, iv 

that I felt bound to be careful in my mother's absence. 
Then he made me promise to go to supper with him ; but 
this did not come off, as I was dancing with Captain 
Seymour. So he claimed another dance, and as I said 
I was tired, took me to rest in a quiet nook. I sat down, 
and in a moment — all was over. I can only say that 
he has risen greatly in my estimation, but that I could 
never love him as he deserves to be loved, and I told him 
so plainly and firmly. I was deeply touched and yet a 
good deal relieved, and danced till two o'clock. I had 
never staj^ed till the end of all things before, and 
thoroughly I enjoyed it, as well as our merry supper 
afterwards. I chanced to say that I was sure I should 
never wake in time to catch the 12.25 train. Captain 
Seymour undertook that I should. I thought he was 
joking, but at 8.30 on the following mornii^- there w^as a 
drumming and a piping in front of the Bank which 
would have startled the Seven vSIeepers. Up I jumped, 
and was dressed in time to show Captain Seymour, by 
appearing at the hall window, that he had succeeded. 
Thanks to this early waking, Sophy and I were able 
to have a charming row up the river with Ronald and Mr. 
Ruthven before we joined the others at the station. 
I travelled with Lady Susan to Vauxhall, and in a few 
minutes was kneeling b}^ my darling Edith's couch. 
Aunt Marian told me of Miss Stuart-Wortley's engage- 
ment to Mr, Welby. This wdll decide my fate." 

The Princesses were very anxious at this time to 
have Miss Bowater for one of the maids of honour, and 
Louisa herself was much attracted by the idea. Un- 
fortunately, not being the granddaughter of a peer, 
she was excluded from this post by Court etiquette, 
and Miss vSeymour obtained the coveted post. 

" Richmond Park, Sunday, April 19. — Somehow a 
disappointing day ! I am not to be maid of honour and 
not to go to London ! Well, it seems silly to care, and 
I don't care now, this lovely Sunda}^ morning, sitting in 
my own snuggery, with the window wide open, and the 
song of the birds coming up all round, and the distant 
bells, and air laden with sweet smells, and the shadows 


sleeping on the grass, and the daisies looking up at 
the sun and blue sky, as if it were May. Yes, this is 
pure joy, and if I am not to have the other things I 
wish for no doubt it is because they are not good 
for me." 

However, Mrs. Newdegate, who kept house for her 
son Charles, now proposed to take her young cousin out 
this season. Louisa spent much of her time in this 
lady's house in Arhngton Street, and on her twenty- 
first birthday had the satisfaction of snapping her 
fingers at " Charley " and informing him that he was 
now no longer her guardian ! Mr. Newdegate had already 
entered on his parliamentary career, and Louisa de- 
scribes how, one day, on taking up the paper and turn- 
ing to a most interesting debate on Italy, " to my utter 
amazement, I found the honourable member for Warwick- 
shire dealing death and destruction from among the 
ranks of the Opposition, and being patted on the back 
by Lord Palmerston, to any extent. Who would have 
thought it ! " 

" Saturday, May 16, H.R.H. the Princess of Wales's 
first Drawing-ruotn. — M}^ toilet began at eleven and was 
completed by 12.30, and between you and me, my dear 
Journal, was most successful. A train of white silk, 
the skirt a mass of white net, and the whole concern 
trimmed with white azaleas and maidenhair, a wreath 
of the same flowers in my hair. Mrs. Newdegate got 
into the carriage at one, thinking ourselves in capital 
time, but great was our horror on emerging into Picca- 
dilly to find a string of carriages extending the whole 
way to St. George's Hospital. We resigned ourselves to 
our fate with what philosophy we might, the said fate 
proving to be to spend our time until 4. 50 p.m. in regaining 
the point from which we set out. Three-quarters of an 
hour did we stand opposite Hamilton Place, and so on in 
proportion. Meanwhile the tide of starers flowed on, and 
Piccadilly was the fashionable promenade of the day. 
All our gentleman friends came and offered us buns, 
etc., and when at last we reached St. James's the Palace 
was comparatively empty, and the doors were closed 

56 THE ROYAL WEDDING [chap, iv 

to give the Princess time to rest. Tlie throne-room, 
when we entered it, appeared much less full than usual. 
There was only a knot of officers opposite the Princess, 
of whom, not being the least alarmed, I had a good 
view as we walked up. She looked a bit of a thing, 
with a white gown and white face, two curls and a 
diamond tiara. The Lord Chamberlain discomposed 
me not a little by announcing me as ' Mrs. Bowater,' 
which, however, did not prevent Princess Alice from 
shaking hands with me most cordially ; Princess Mary 
followed her example, and to my amazement the Prince 
of Wales, which was the more gratifying as it is several 
years since I have met him. Next to him stood the 
Duke of Cambridge and the three foreigners, the Princes 
of Hesse, Orange, and Holstein. I made a low curtsy 
to Prince Louis, whereat he looked mightily astonished. 
Soil mon succes, soit ma toilette, Colonel Du Plat came 
trotting after me, and to my great amusement shook 
hands with Mrs. Newdegate, taking her for Mamma ! 
Then we made our way downstairs without any diffi- 
culty, and were at home by 6.30. I must not forget 
Mamma's kindness in herself going to buy my bouquet. 
I think even she was satisfied with my appearance, 
though it was a sad day for her — how much has hap- 
pened since last the Prince of Wales and I stood face 
to face ! 

" 3 Arlington Street, Monday, June 8. — We dined 
early, and at 7 p.m. Mrs. Newdegate, Charle}^ and I were 
on our way to the city to meet the Prince and Princess 
of Wales at a grand ball given by the Lord Mayor and 
Corporation in the Guildhall. Winding our way along 
these unwonted streets under the shadow of St. Paul's, 
we descended in the Guildhall yard, and gazed through 
the long vista of columns at the gaily dressed crowds 
moving over the rich crimson carpet to the sound of 
inspiriting music. Having made our bow to the Lord|^ 
Mayor, we stood in the narrow passage leading to th( 
Hall, and soon the strains of the National Anthei 
announced the arrival of the Prince and Princess] 
They passed close to us and quite slowly, so that we 


had ample time to make up our minds that she is un- 
commonly pretty. Bowing gracefully though timidly, 
and closely followed by her handsome boy-husband, 
she looked like the princess of some fairy tale, and 
indeed the whole scene was very like fairyland. We 
naturally wanted to follow them into the Hall, which 
some foolish Common-Council men tried to prevent, and 
there was a most unseemly struggle, which actually 
ended in the police being sent for. Of course we got 
in at last, and very striking was the appearance 
of the grand old Hall, richly decorated with har- 
monious colours and crowded with people. The cere- 
mony of presenting the freedom to the Prince was very 
soon over, and dancing began. Charley and I had a 
capital valse, which was most refreshing after the 
mauling I had undergone. Supper was the same 
miserable scramble, and then we watched the Royalties 
depart, and I had the pleasure of a very marked bow 
from Prince Alfred, after which I remember nothing 
more, for I was utterly tired out and turned quite faint 
from heat and fatigue. 

" Thursday, June 11. — I went to a concert at Mrs. 
Monk's, the widow of the Bishop of Gloucester, and a 
capital one it was : a beautiful selection of Italian 
music sung by Carlotta Patti, Alboni, Gardoni, and 
Ciampi. Carlotta warbles like a bird, and goes higher 
than anyone ever did before, but I privately prefer 
Alboni 's rich contralto. We hurried home that I 
might have my hair dressed by Cavallier and go with 
my aunt to the Opera, to hear the object of my am- 
bition for years, Don Juan. Glorious indeed was the 
music, with Patti as Zerlina, and I fully enjoyed all the 
familiar airs, * Vedrai carino,' ' La ci darem la mano,' 
* Batti, batti ! ' etc. But as a whole I do not like 
the opera. The story is so wildly improbable that I 
could only regret such music being thrown away upon 
such a tale. 

" Friday, June 12. — Mrs. Newdegate was laid up with 
a bad cold, so my day was spent with Charley, who 
talked politics over breakfast, rode with me in the Park 

58 THE ROYAL WEDDING [chap, iv 

till a deluge of rain sent us helter-skelter home, and 
went with me to a party at Lady Nugent's, where Mrs. 
Gurdon took charge of me, and I was as happy as 
a little queen, knowing everyone in the room, and 
regularly floating off on a tide of friends — Adairs, 
Custances, Buxtons, whom I had the pleasure of 
congratulating on Bell's marriage to Colonel Bulwer. 
I am to be her bridesmaid. Indeed, I do little but 
congratulate my friends on their marriages just now. 

" Friday, June 19. — We went to Lady Gladstone's 
ball, an uncommonly good one, and for me a great 
succes, as I danced without intermission, which was 
much more than I expected at my first London ball 
after two years' absence, 

" 5 Lowndes Square, Thursday, June 2 5 . — I came to stay 
with my cousin Jeanie Fenwick, and Mrs. Gurdon took 
me to a very nice ball at Mrs. Custance's, where I danced 
all the evening with Sir Robert Buxton, Mr. Charles 
Fremantle, Major Paynter, Mr. Gurdon, etc. 

" Friday, June 26. — Jeanie and I sat out in the Park, 
where it was cool and shady. After a pleasant, sociable 
little dinner, the Mainwarings called for me at 9.30, and 
off we went to this long-talked-of Guards' ball, which 
was given to the Prince and Princess of Wales in the 
Exhibition galleries of last year. A more magnificent 
one has scarcely ever been given in this country. A 
picked guard in scarlet uniform extended all along the 
front of the building and up the stairs ; even the cloak- 
room, with its dainty maidens in white muslin and 
Guards' ribbons, was exquisitely appointed. In a 
flutter of expectation up we went, and passed through a 
tapestried hall into a scene of Eastern magnificence. A 
lofty saloon was transformed into an enchanted garden 
of tall palms with fountains rising out of brilliant 
masses of flowers and fairy bowers of shells, ferns, and 
crystal basins, all reflected in mirrors along the walls. 
This paradise was enlivened by the flitting to and fro of 
our gallant hosts in that uniform which must ever be soi 
dear to my heart. Lord Strathallan, who remembered' 
my father, was very kind to me, and took me in to tea. 


in a room between the ball and supper rooms. While 
we were there the Prince and Princess went in to supper. 
As they drew near, the curtain was withdraw^n, and a 
magnificent trophy of armour with the star of the 
Brigade in the centre, above the gold-laden table, was 
seen down the whole length of the gallery. Supper was 
on the most sumptuous scale ; the walls gleamed with 
arms, and champagne cup flowed from taps into gold 
and silver goblets. But in the ballroom the only orna- 
ment was a trophy of flags — the very same that were 
borne all through the Crimea — opposite the dais, above 
a bust of the old Duke. Oh ! I felt thoroughly in my 
place among them all, and was pleased to find my 
claims recognised by Lord Strathallan. After this, I 
danced with Major Paynter and Arthur Birch, and 
was much amused by Sir Robert and his queer ways. 
Lord Kirkcaldy was also most kind — there is nothing 
like old friends." 


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Louisa returned to Richmond Park after her gay 
season, to find plenty of society in this neighbourhood, 
and enjoy herself as much as ever with her old friends. 

" Friday, July 17. — The Melvilles called to ask 

me to join their party to a camp meeting that evening, 

so after syringing fruit trees all the afternoon, I drove 

over late, had a merry schoolroom tea and croquet 

afterwards, and started about nine for Wimbledon, where 

the usual Volunteer meeting has been going on. We 

left the carriages at the Windmill and walked round 

between the lines of tents to a hollow in the south of 

that great duelling rendezvous of days gone by. There 

several thousands of spectators were ranged round the 

big fire, which flared up now and then, throwing a 

lurid glow on the sea of faces, and brought out the 

picturesque groups of the Victorias who, mingled with 

Guardsmen, were keeping up the fire. We all sat on the 

ground, a few chairs being the only distinction reserved 

for the ladies of Lord Elcho's party, which included the 

Duchess of Sutherland. There was nothing to keep 

order but Lord Elcho's word and the good feeling of the 

people, but there was not a single disturbance. We had 

some capital singing from Lord Feilding, Lord Bury, 

Mr. Harris, etc. ' Scots wha hae wi' Wallace bled,' 

' Villikins and his Dinah,' ' The young man from the 

country,' and the choruses, taken up by the mass of 

people, were really grand. We also had some niggers 

and some beautiful glees from the Artists' Corps — in 

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short, the bonhomie of the whole thing was delightful, 
and the punch which was handed round made it still 
more of a jollification. 

" Monday, July 20. — Lady Leven and Madame 
Goldschmidt came to pay a long-promised visit. The 
latter is certainly one of the most charmingly suggestive 
people I know. We talked a great deal of the charac- 
teristics of various nations. She says one great failing 
in the German character is want of Scheue, w^hich I 
translate reserve ; also that the elaborate education of 
German women, far more thorough as it is than that 
of English girls, avails them little, because it is never 
carried into practical life, but is swamped in household 
cares. In short, while feeling with me the indefinable, 
irresistible charm of German thought, she declares it is 
much better felt at a distance, and that German women 
are most unsatisfactory to live with, in spite of their 
large funds of intellect and knowledge. As to the 
Americans, she confirms Mrs. Trollope's opinion that 
they simply have not an idea how to behave. With all 
this licence, she believes the morals of the upper classes 
are pure, and a separation is almost unheard of. Her 
own people, she thinks, in many things resemble us, and 
possess in common with us that reserve which she calls 
' the crown of life . ' For the rest , the childlike simplicity 
and undeveloped character of the Swedish women, 
which I can fancy being very charming, is the result of 
a life of less high-pressure than ours. Of their scenery, 
too, she spoke with enthusiasm : of the long winters with 
the sparkling snow and dark pine-woods under the 
glorious moon, the rushing spring and the summer 
nights when it is never dark — all the wondrous poetry, 
in short, of those stern, sad Northern climes. She 
spoke of Frederica Bremer as a most remarkable person, 
infinitely superior to her works. My whole conversa- 
tion with her was indeed most interestine-. 

" Friday, August 21. — A wonderfully long day. I 

was awake and on the go from 7 a.m. to 5 a.m. this 

morning. We started early for town, and in spite of the 

dreariness and desertion of the great city were rather 



amused by our wanderings. We sat some time with 
my aunt, Lady Ridley, who was most kind and affection- 
ate, and — O joy ! — presented me with twenty pounds. 
This will set me right for a long time. We came down 
by 4.50, dined with Mr. and Mrs. Mainwaring, and went 
to a dance at Hampton Court given by Lady Isabella 
St. John. Seldom, if ever, have I enjoyed anything so 
much. We were just the right number of people and a 
nice set — pretty girls, gentleman-like men, and capital 
valsers. I danced every dance but one, which I sat out 
as I was so tired, and for that might have had four or 
five partners. And then — O joy of joys ! — we stayed for 
the cotillon, which I had never danced before. What a 
charming dance it is ! There is so much variety, and so 
many opportunities of doing good-natured, unselfish 
things. I went dancing on in a perfectly frantic 
manner with Sir Malcolm MacGregor, who was remark- 
ably pleasant, finished the cotillon with me, and saw 
us into the carriage." 

A few days after this, Louisa joined her now invalid 
cousin Edith at Dunwdch, and to use her own expression, 
" dropped into Dunwich ways as if I had left it only 

" Saturday, September 5. — Dear St. John's twenty- 
second birthday. How we are all growing up ! I 
ran down to the sea, and watched the breakers that 
were coming in grandly under a grey sky. Quite late 
I had a few minutes' talk with dear Edith. I confessed 
my wrong feelings of impatience at her illness. She 
told me that she too had them to contend with, but 
that now God's purpose was very clear to her. Oh ! 
she looked so lovely as she lay. there under the shaded 
light, speaking these solemn words quite simply and 
gravely. God's ways are indeed blessed to her. It 
makes me feel very small — me the spoilt child of the 
world — to hear and watch her. . . . Dear child, I can 
see so plainly that God is leading her with His own 
hand away from this world and all connected with it — j: 
her interest in it all has so palpably diminished. 

" Wednesday, September 30. — Dear Edith has been 


warning me again of an old fault — looking down upon 
people who are not quite equal to me in refinement 
and intellect. I know I do, and I know I ought not. 
I wonder whether there is any use in struggling against 
a growing sense of one's own mental superiority? 
(What an ass I shall think myself for writing this, 
ten years hence !) I suppose one remedy would be 
a course of study, which would show one how very 
little one really knows. I am sure my essay upon 
Marie Antoinette ought to put me down a peg ! Any- 
thing so crude and ill-digested I never read. I long 
for intercourse with someone infinitely superior to 
myself — not exactly what I had last week at Stanmore 
[a country house where she had lately been staying and 
where she had received another proposal], because a 
man who is making up to a woman necessarily flatters 
her vanity and self-love by the mere fact of doing so, 
but someone even more superior than Edith." 

This last-named suitor was in many respects an 
eligible parti, and the renewal of his proposal soon 
compelled her to make a final decision. The worldly 
advantages of the marriage and the high regard which 
she felt for him and his family naturally made her hesi- 
tate, but mature reflection satisfied her that her feeling 
for him, considered apart from his position, was not such 
as to justify her in accepting his hand and heart, and 
she held firmly by her original resolve. She had hardly 
done with this suitor before a third presented himself. 
" Well, Miss Loo," she writes in her Journal of 

' December 6, " what and who next ? Three offers in one 
year — this is really too bad. But I must be serious. 
God knows it is no light thing to refuse a man's true 
and honest love. Mamma and I drove over to luncheon 
with some friends at Southwell, and took a walk on the 

I cliffs with them afterwards, and then and there Sir 

J R told me what he had long felt and desired. 

I was not altogether unprepared, as some months ago 
his mother had a regular maternal-matrimonial inter- 
view with my mother, asking if I were engaged and 
if her son had any chance. Since then I have carefully 


avoided the gentleman in question, but at least the 
matter is settled now, and we parted good friends, 
agreeing to meet in the future as friends and nothing 
more. I am sorry for his mother, who had evidently 
set her heart upon it ; but he, I trust, will soon be 

An invitation to Osborne from Princess Helena was 
Louisa's next excitement, and early in the New Year 
she started gaily on her journey to the Isle of Wight, 
only grieving to leave the dear-loved cousin who was 
fading slowly out of life. 

" Dunwich, New Year's Eve, 1863. — I rushed down 
to the cliff for a last look at the rolling sea, and saw 
the breakers rolling in grandly before an east wind, 
and then came home to Edith. I have just been reading 
Tennyson's lines to her, ' Ring out the old, ring in the 
new,' but as I gazed on Edith's altered face I asked 
myself whether it will please the Almighty Father to 
spare her to another New Year's Eve. He knows, and 
He knows best. 

" Osborne House, Tuesday, January 5, 1864. — I found 
the Queen's messenger at Waterloo Station, and waited 
about an hour at Southampton till Prince Leiningen ar- 
rived in the Elfin and took me across to Cowes, where 
a carriage was awaiting me and took me to Osborne 
in a few minutes. The housekeeper showed me to my 
room, whither one by one came Princesses Helena and 
Louise, Prince Arthur and Prince Leopold — the latter 
delighted to see me, and not a bit shy. At six we went 
down to the Council-room to hear a lecture on the 
' Origin of Language ' by Professor Max Miiller. Lady 
Caroline Harrington, Lady Churchill, Countess Bliicher, 
Mrs. Bruce, Miss Cathcart, Sir Charles and Miss Phipps 
Sir Thomas Biddulph, Sir James Clarke, Major Elphin- 
stone, and Dr. Holzmann were all present. The Queen 
with her half-sister. Princess Hohenlohe, and the 
children soon appeared. She shook hands with me, 
and sat down to hear the lecture. It began with an 
endeavour to trace the primeval language by observing 
the first utterances of children secluded from human 



companions. Then followed a recapitulation of much 
that one has read, tracing back all the European and 
Indian languages to a common source — the Aryan 
language, which was spoken, the Professor thinks, four 
thousand years ago in the heart of Asia. Of course the 
lecture was adapted to the children's comprehension, 
and he certainly has a very pleasant, clever face and 
a charming delive^^^ The lecture over, I was talking 
to Princess Louise in her room, when the door opened 
and one of my terrors, the pages, appeared : ' Miss 
Bowater, you are invited to dine with the Queen.' 
I rushed off to dress, and by the Princess's advice, put 
on my ' christening robe,' with white flowers and plain 
gold ornaments, and went with Princess Helena to 
the empty drawing-room in the other house, where the 
two Princes and Lady Churchill joined me. About a 
quarter before nine the Queen came down with Princess 
Hohenlohe and Princess Helena, and we followed her 
into a large dining-room, where our small round table 
seemed nearly lost. She looks well, and still wears her 
widow's cap, with the hair turned back, which suits 
her. The servants are in red liveries with crape round 
their arms, and the hatchment is still up here although 
it has been taken down at St. James's. Nothing could 
be kinder than she was, asking after Mamma and Edith, 
and not talking much to me herself, but encouraging 
the boys to do so. They were very droll, especially 
Prince Arthur, and made her laugh very much. After 
dinner. Lady Churchill and I joined the Household, 
and poor Major Elphinstone on his crutches hooked 
himself into the seat next me for the rest of the evening, 
but gained little by that, as I was awfully heavy in 
hand. Colonel Ponsonby was added to the party, and 
most agreeable he was, talking of Canada and St. John, 
whom he said they were all proud of, because he beat 
the Indians in running ! 

" Wednesday, January 6. — I walked with Princess 
Helena, joined in the Princes' dancing-lesson, and 
spent the afternoon sitting with Princess Louise, Princess 
Hohenlohe, Lady Caroline, and Countess Bliicher, a 



dear old soul. After tea I played duets with Princess 
Helena, and dined with the Household. Lady Granville 
was there, and I sat between the Major and Professor, 
both very agreeable neighbours. The others struck 
me as cold and stiff. ' Ecouter et se taire, observer et 
laisser faire ' is the motto here. We had another 
lecture, and a game at snapdragon with the boys, which 
was great fun. 

" Thursday, January 7. — I played duets with Prin- 
cess Helena, and shared the dancing-lesson, after which 
I had darling Prince Leo to myself, and found him 
quite unchanged. But I am forgetting the great 
event. There was a Privy Council, attended by Sir 
George Grey,Mr.Villiers (the Great Unwashed), and Lord 
Granville, and they all came to luncheon. A little man 
glided into the seat next me and entered into conver- 
sation wath me, asking me about the ladies of the 
Household, whom I preferred, etc., and finally we found 
ourselves discussing the peculiarities, superiorities, and 
inferiorities, etc., of women. When the Cabinet had 
departed, I inquired who was my neighbour. ' Helps,' 
was the answer. I was electrified ! To think I had been 
talking to a man in whose works I so delight, without 
knowing it ! It was just a chance I did not quote 
Friends in Cotmcil to him. But on thinking over 
what he said it quite confirms the idea I gleaned from 
his book that he despises women. Professor Max 
Miiller, Major Elphinstone, and Prince Arthur left, 
and I dined with the Household. Lord Granville was 
most amusing about spirit-rapping and Sir Bulwer 
Lytton, etc. I was especially tickled by the coolness 
with which he said, ' I bet anything Derby puts the 
Duke of Richmond into the next Cabinet.' He seems to 
think it very likely that King George of Greece will 
come to grief, and hears that he only accepted the 
throne to get away from a disagreeable captain ! 

" Friday, January 8. — I played with Princess Helena, 
and had a great dancing-lesson from the two nice Miss 
Lowes. Alter luncheon I took an hour's solitary con- 
stitutional in the kitchen garden. Later on we had 



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the usual social tea in Princess Louise's room, and 
Fraulejn Bauer read Perthes to Princess Helena and me. 
The Princesses are quite charming, as usual. Prince Leo 
assisted at my toilet, after which we had a grand ball, 
and the Queen was present for a short time. She was 
YQvy kind, talking to me, and calling me * Louisa.' Sir 
Thomas and Lady Biddulph and myself dined with the 
Queen, and in the middle Her Majesty received a tele- 
gram. iVfter dinner, Princess Helena whispered to me, 
' Alix is unwell,' About eleven o'clock Mrs. Bruce and 
Sir Thomas were suddenly summoned, and at the end 
of a few minutes the latter walked into the drawing- 
room and announced in a loud voice, ' The Princess of 
Wales has a fine boy ! ' Great, of course, was the 
excitement and delight. The following telegram from 
the Prince of Wales to the Queen was handed round : 
' Dearest Alix was safely delivered of a fine boy at 
nine o'clock this evening. Both mother and child are 
doing well ; her pulse is excellent, and there is not a 
single unfavourable symptom.' The whole house w^as 
in a bustle, preparing for Her Majesty's departure, 
while everybody speculated as to what had or had 
not been done, under these unforeseen circumstances. 
The event had not been expected till March, and the 
Princess, who was in the best of health, had been out 
walking in the grounds at Frogmore that afternoon, 
watching the Prince skating on the lake.^ It turned 
out afterwards that only Mr. Brown from Windsor 
was present, Dr. Sieveking arriving five and Dr. 

^ The premature birth of the infant Prince, happening as it did just 
when war between Germany and Denmark had been declared, was the 
subject of a well-known parody in Punch, which happily explained the 
popular feeling : 

" O hush thee, my darling, thy sire is a Prince, 
Whom Mamma beheld skating not quite five hours since, 
And Grandpapa Christian is off to the fray 
With the Germans, who'd steal his nice duchy away. 

But slumber, my darling, the English are true. 
And will help him, for love of Mamma and of you ! 
The Channel fleet's coming, with powder and shot. 
And the Germans must run, or they'll catch it all hot ! " 


Farre ten minutes after the event, upon which Sir 
Charles Phipps declared Dr. Farre ought henceforth 
to be called Dr. Farther. Fortunatel}^, Lady Maccles- 
field — herself the mother of a large family — was present, 
and made a capital nurse. She washed the baby, and 
wrapped him up in three yards of flannel from Cayley's 
shop at Windsor, so little were they prepared 1 Luckily, 
Lord Granville was staying in the house, and Sir George 
Grey arrived at ii p.m. Well, anyhow I shall have 
cause to remember the birth of the heir to the throne 
of England. May God preserve both him and his 
parents ! 

" Saturday, January 9. — The Queen, accompanied 
by Princesses Helena and Beatrice, and attended by 
Lady Churchill, Mrs. Bruce and Sir Thomas Biddulph, 
Sir Charles Phipps, and Dr. Holzmann, departed early. 
She left a message for me, desiring that I should remain I 
till Thursday — very kind, I am sure, and though it is 
a bore losing my ball, yet I should have been very sorry 
to see no more of Princess Helena, and after all this is 
an event in my life not very likely to happen again. 
In our walk this morning, Princess Louise revealed that 
when there was a vacancy among the maids of honour 
she asked the Queen to appoint me, and Her Majesty 
would have done this but for the rule that a maid of 
honour must be a peer's granddaughter. Anyhow, it 
is flattering to know this, and I am not sure that it 
would not be rather dull work. Miss Cathcart departed 
this morning, and in the afternoon Miss Lyttelton ^ 
arrived for almost her first waiting. She was as shy 
as possible, so remembering what my own feelings were, 
I went to try and make friends, and thought her very 
nice. We all dined together in the Queen's dining-room. 
Anything half so stiff you never knew ! Princess 
Louise, myself, and Miss Lyttelton enacted the three 
diiferent degrees of comparison, — shy, shyer, shyest, 
— and Colonel Ponsonby was just as bad, which is a 
shame for so old a courtier. I like him so much, and 

^ The Honourable Lucy Lyttelton, daughter of Lord Lyttelton, after- 
wards married {1864) to Lord Frederick Cavendish. 

1 864] AT OSBORNE 69 

think it very lucky he is married. But we got on 
better after dinner, when we sat in the ladies' drawing- 
room, which Princess Hohenlohe thought warmer. 

" Sunday, January 10. — A letter from Princess 
Helena, begging me to remain till Saturday. I am 
glad of this, as it makes it more worth while losing the 
ball, and I shall see Princess Helena comfortably again. 
We ail went to church at Whippingham, and had a sermon 
from Mr. Prothero : it was bitterly cold. Afterwards 
I had Prince Leo to myself for a long while — dear little 
man, he is quite unchanged. In the afternoon I helped 
Princess Louise with photos. We dined together again 
and had much better fun, Princess Hohenlohe bidding 
me talk German to poor ' Bufflein ' (Prince Leopold's 
tutor, Herr Buff), and I got on capitally with him, to 
everyone's surprise, and think he is an ill-used little 
man. His extreme shyness makes him unpopular 
here, and they take so little notice of him I think it 
makes him worse. To-night we were much less stiff — 
in fact, rather a jolly party. Princess Hohenlohe asked 
me to play, having kindly ascertained from Princess 
Louise that I should not mind this very much. Poor 
little Princess Louise ! she loves coming out of her dull 
schoolroom, and she is such a dear little thing. I am 
growing very fond of her. 

" Monday, January 1 1 . — I rode with Princess Louise 
and Miss Lyttelton on three perfect ladies' horses. 
* Bridesmaid,' which I had, has a charming mouth, 
and we came round by Norris Castle. Mrs. Ponsonby 
and Lady Biddulph dined. Mrs. Ponsonby sang most 
delightfully, and I never saw a man more in love with 
his own wife than he is. Miss Lyttelton and I started 
some squabbles, and shall, I foresee, differ on most 
subjects. She is deeply religious, and has a strong 
orthodox bias and some prejudices, combined with lots 
of good sense and a dash of intolerance. I like her very 
much ; she is so pretty and pleasing, and decidedly 
clever, although she neither plays nor draws nor 
speaks German. (Oh, mother, I am eternally grate- 
ful to you for having made me a good German 


scholar !) A budget of letters — not a good account 
of Edith from herself. Her handwriting is fearfully- 
changed, and I cannot help feeling very anxious about her. 

" Tuesday, January 12. — I walked to Barton Manor 
with Princess Louise, and sat with Fraulein Bauer, 
whom I like very much, for some time. Prince Leo 
took me to see the French governess, and played to me 
so nicely on the piano. I\Irs. Ponsonby dined, and we 
had another stiff evening. 

" Wednesday, January 13. — At breakfast Countess 
Bliicher talked a good deal about Schleswig-Holstein. 
Princess Louise, Miss Lyttelton, and I walked in spite 
of the rain to call on Mrs. Ponsonb}^, and after luncheon 
I had my precious little Prince with me for some time. 
The Oueen arrived from Frogmore a few minutes earlier 
than was expected. She had not been in the house 
half an hour when a letter was brought me, which I 
read in the Princesses' room, and which conveyed but 
too surely to my mind what would be the answer to 
the telegram which I instantly dispatched. Nothing 
could exceed the affectionate kindness of those dear 
girls. I kept up prett}" well through dinner, and a 
few minutes before twelve received the following 
telegram : ' All is over. Come to-morrow.' I felt 
and still feel stunned. 

" Thursday, January 14. — I breakfasted in my own 
room, and remained with the Princesses and Prince 
Leo the whole morning ; their kindness I can never 
forget. Indeed, everybody was kind — Lady Churchill, 
Lady Caroline, Countess Bliicher, Fraulein Bauer, Miss 
Lyttelton — all. But what an ending to the visit to 
which I had looked forward so much, and at which she 
rejoiced for me ! I left Osborne by the Messenger's 
boat at 1.30, and arrived in Arlington Street at 6.30. 
I am thankful Mamma and Philip are there. 

" Dunwich, Friday, January 15. — I left town early, 
and arrived here about two o'clock to find aunt. Mamma, 
and Philip, all of course in sad distress. My precious 
Edith passed calmly and peacefully away to her rest a 
few minutes after twelve on Monday the nth. Of course 

1 864] SAD NEWS 71 

they could not let me know before, and it was most 

considerate to write that preparatory letter, but still 

it is very painful to think that I should have been 

riding about and dining with large parties when my 

sweet child was lying dead. Still, it has all been very 

merciful. She was unconscious from an early hour on 

Monday, and literally fell on sleep, without a groan 

or a struggle. I am so thankful, too, that dear Philip 

was here. He arrived quite unexpectedly on Saturday, 

something, he knows not what, having made him change 

all his plans and start in a hurry. If one had to choose 

one of the brothers, it would have been him. She 

received the Sacrament, as she had long looked forward 

to doing on Sunday, and Philip says, was very cheerful 

afterwards. I have no doubt the intense cold of last 

week accelerated her death, but God knows it is mere 

selfishness to repine at her release from this life of 

suffering. I can scarcely yet realise that she is gone, 

still the thought which for years has been constantly in 

my mind will assert itself : * I must tell Edith that — 

Edith would say this.' It is a loss which leaves me 

very lonely, for the friend of childhood and youth can 

never be replaced. And yet through all I feel sure 

- 'Tis better to have loved and lost 
Than never to have loved at all.' 

** Monday, January 18. — The last sad ceremony is 
over, and our beloved Edith has been laid in the ruins 
of the old Saxon chapel, by the side of the sister whom 
she never knew. Her pure spirit is at rest. I went 
into her room, where everything remains just as she left 
it, and almost felt that I was talking to her. It was a 
mild, springlike day, and I had a budget of kind letters 
from Court. I cannot resist copying these lines by 
Lady Emily Ponsonby, which Miss Lj^ttelton has sent 
me : 

' In suffering and in dreariness, 
In sickness and in weariness. 

Mortal decay, 
Upon her restless bed, 
Turning her aching head, 
At morn she lay. 


In sight of angel throngs, 
FilUng with their sweet songs 

The vault of heaven. 
In peace that knows no care. 
No change, or want, or fear, 

She lies at noon. 

Seems not the transit strange ? 
We cannot grasp the change 

To so much bliss. 
Grudge not the wasting powers : 
The painful, patient hours, 

They lead to this.' " 


A Gay Season 


The death of this dear-loved cousin was a great shock 
to Louisa, but she had many consolations. " We are 
parted outwardly," she wrote ten days after Edith's 
funeral at Sotterley, where everything reminded her 
of her loss, " but for such love as ours there can be 
no real separation. Her love still holds me fast and 
watches over me as it were a guardian angel." In due 
course her youthful vigour and spirits reasserted them- 
selves, and she spent a busy year, throwing herself 
with all the old eagerness into her accustomed pursuits. 
As in 1863, most of the season was spent with Mrs. 
Newdegate and her son in Arlington Street or at Harefield 
Place, near Uxbridge, while the late summer and autumn 
were divided between Sotterley and a round of visits, 
ending as usual with Christmas at Arbury. Mrs. Newde- 
gate treated her as a daughter, and always enjoyed her 
company, alike in Arlington Street and in her country 
houses at Arbury and Harefield Place, Middlesex. An old 
General, who lived near this last-named house, still re- 
members with pleasure the " beautiful young creature " 
who sometimes came to the village church with Mrs. 
Newdegate and her son, and was the object of general 
attention as she sat in the high family pew, surrounded 
by the monuments of Newdegate ancestors. Both the 
society which she met at Mrs. Newdegate 's house and 
her friendship with the Princesses served to deepen her 
interest in politics, which each year take a more and 

more prominent place in the Journal. The question of 


74 A GAY SEASON [chap, vi 

Schleswig-Holstein excited her greatly, and she followed 
every step of the war between Germany and Denmark 
with close attention. 

" Sotterley, February 3. — The Austrians and Prussians 
have crossed the Eyder, — their Rubicon, — the first 
shots have been fired, the first blood shed. Who can 
estimate the importance of this event, or the extent 
of its influence upon the future destinies of Europe ? 
Never was there a more complicated question, never 
one in which right and money were more evenly balanced 
on either side. You meet no two people whose opinion 
on the subject is the same. (What a wretched attempt 
at a leading article I am writing !) 

"3 Arlington Street, Friday, April 15. — I took ad- 
vantage of a tete-a-tete with Charley at breakfast to 
hear his opinion of the Danish business, which is simply 
that the national agitation in Germany is entirely got 
up by the Jesuits !!!... In the evening Mrs. Newde- 
gate repeated my speech of the morning : ' If you all 
think the Danes right, why don't you go and help them ? ' 
So it had to come out that I think them wrong, and we 
had a long discussion ; but Charley is always gentle, and 
they did not murder me. His notion about the Jesuits, 
which he professes to have derived from a Danish 
pastor and a Berlin lawyer, might alter the case, but 
how the world would laugh ! However, he made an 
honest, straightforward speech last night, saying that 
we could not afford to have a German navy and the 
Sound under the command of Germany. I call that 
at least consistent and not humbug ! To-night we 
went to a party at Frances, Lady Waldegrave's, and met 
all the world plus his wife. I was introduced to Baron 
Bentinck, the Dutch minister, and to the Duke of 
Marlborough, who talked too much Toryism even for 
Charley, about the divine right of kings and the duty 
of submitting to the powers that be, and abused 
Garibaldi like fun. I confess I am sick of the sound i 
of his name — dear old fellow, I also saw Mr. Laj^ard s 
of Nineveh. 

" April 22. — Yesterday morning Charley went to 









see Garibaldi — an anti-Catholic move. Oh! it is 
wonderful to watch the ins and outs of religious and 
political questions. By the way, Garibaldi himself 
left town to-day, whereof I am heartily glad. The 
most absurd canards are about on the subject of his 
visit. Only conceive the House of Commons having 
wanted to rise to receive Garibaldi yesterday ! . . . 
After dinner, to my great jo}', we went down to the 
House and heard a debate on Colonel Bartelott's motion 
to repeal a portion of the malt tax with our surplus 
instead of that upon sugar. We were landed in the 
Speaker's box, and with the greatest curiosity and 
interest I looked down upon that assemblage which 
controls the fate of England and through her that of 
Europe. It struck me as comfortable, not imposing. 
However, now when I read the debates, such ex- 
pressions as ' below the gangway,' * the bar,' ' the 
ministerial benches,' etc., will have acquired reality. 
They were noisy enough when we went in, shouting 
for ' Bass.' However, Milner Gibson spoke, and was 
followed by Bass, Bentinck, Gladstone, — by far the 
best, most fluent and eloquent speaker of the night, — 
Disraeli, whom Mrs. Newdegate said she had never 
heard speak so ill, and who, they vow, was ashamed of 
himself. Then came the division, 347 to 99 — an over- 
whelming majority for the Government . I did not under- 
stand the question — a very complicated one — enough to 
know whether to be glad or sorry, but they told me it 
was a very curious night, and Charley w^as well pleased. 
''April 25. — My birthday falls on St. Mark's Day — a 
thing I never discovered until this my twenty-second eve ! 
— and the beautiful words from St. John's Gospel, ' I am 
the true vine,' etc., come as a regular birthday greeting. 
Could one wish for a better one ? My presents were 
Goulburn's Personal Religion from dear Mamma, Helps' 
Companions of my Solitude from the Wheatlej^s, from 
Princess Louise a little china stand, and — last but not 
least — from Princess Helena a portrait of my darling 
father. How much this pleased and touched me I 
cannot say — it was like a Gruss from his dear self. 

76 A GAY SEASON [chap, vi 

Dr. Giinther called to wish me joy, and walked round the 
garden with us ; and so peacefully, yet joyously, sped 
the day. And so begins a new year for me. I sat 
over the fire, reading Helps' book and thinking — 
thinking of the juste milieu in all things, and whether 
there is not in every quarrel an element of right on 
both sides, because each of us, poor finite mortals, only 
seeing one side of Truth, thinks he has the whole. I 
have long thought this with regard to religion, latitu- 
dinarian as it may sound. And I see more and more 
every day how it applies to politics and to all the affairs 
of daily life. But perhaps it is well that this is not 
always clearl}'' seen, because, if it were, little would be 
done, and there would be few or no men of one idea, 
like Garibaldi, who will sacrifice all to that one idea. . . . 
Princess Louise announces Miss Lyttelton's marriage to 
Lord Frederick Cavendish. He is a lucky man. 

" May 3. — A few lines before I go to bed, to record 
the events of the day, comprised in the one great fact of 
the Drawing-Room. The dear Madre looked especially 
well, and I well enough to satisfy her, which was what 
I most cared for. It was a very different affair from 
last year, and admirably managed. People talk of 
nothing but Denmark, and indeed poor Denmark is 
being so cruell}^ punished that I can side no longer 
with German}^ and indeed hope and wish with the 
rest of the world that we may take up arms in her 
defence. Charley put a question to the Ministers as 
to whether we are going to help Denmark, which was 
ill enough received. 

" Wednesday, May 11. — I went down home quite 
early, to receive our dear little Prince, who came over 
from Windsor, attended by Herr Buff, and spent a long 
day with us. Dear little fellow, he looks very well and 
is quite unchanged. I w^as surprised to find him a 
Dane ! I hurried back to town, and found Charley very 
full of a debate which had just taken place on the 
Borough Franchise, a motion for the extension of which 
was ousted by moving the previous question and de- 
feating the Government by a majority of 56. Charley 

1 864] MR. GLADSTONE tj 

told me the gist of his speech, which was that as long 
as 8,000,000 of borough inhabitants were represented 
by 338 members to 11,000,000 of county inhabitants 
represented by only 159 members, he would hear of 
no other reform. But he did not tell me, what all 
London was ringing with the next day, that Gladstone 
had made a speech leading directly to universal suffrage 
as a right. These are his words : ' Every man who is 
not presumably incapacitated by some consideration of 
personal unfitness or political danger, is morally entitled 
to come within the pale of the institution.' Now that 
from the Chancellor of the Exchequer is tolerably 
strong. The question is. Was it a slip ? or is he bidding 
for power? Palmerston is ill, and he is eighty. The 
Whigs, I believe, are aghast ; the Tories are dying to 
hound him down. C. N. says : ' No\ don't drive the 
most powerful speaker in the House of Commons into 
the arms of the Democrats.' Bright is reported to have 
said : ' He goes beyond me.' Others say it is the most 
wonderful thing that has happened since the da^^s of 
Sir Robert Peel. Nous verrons. 

" Thursday, May 12. — Lord Muskerry came to sit 
with us in the evening, and sent us into fits with his 
Irish brogue. He talked over the American question 
with C. N. One cannot doubt that amongst them 
slavery will come to an end, but the Union can never 
be restored, and so one wishes this dreadful war would 
cease. Therefore, say I, success to the Confederates. 
In the evening we went to a great party given by Lord 
Granville at the South Kensington Museum, to meet 
the Prince and Princess of Wales, and a more thoroughly 
enjoyable evening I never spent. There was plenty 
of room, the courts were beautifully lighted, and one 
roamed at will among the statues and orange trees 
while the Royal Artillery played delicious music, and 
we met people we knew in shoals. By and by the 
Royalties came. We saw them to perfection — the 
Princess looking bright and well — and followed them 
through the picture galleries, where between pictures 
and friends there was ww embarras de richesses I 

78 A GAY SEASON [chap, vi 

After supper the Royalties sat down to whist, the 
Prince with the Duchess of Manchester, who looked 
ver}^ handsome, and people stared at them and talked 
with much contentment. All the beau-monde were 
there ; in short, it was a wondrous fine party, and not 
onh'- fine but pleasant, which is not always the same 

" Richmond Parky Tuesday, May 24. — We drove to 
Hampton Court, after a long gardening morning, and 
luncheoned w'ith the Beresfords. In the afternoon we 
played croquet with the Villiers, and to my great joy 
won the game out of the very jaws of the evening. 
Fred Villiers appeared on the scene, having just returned 
from the seat of the war. He describes the Danes as 
being in the most frightful state of depression. Sonder- 
burg is quite ruined, but the Prussians have not touched 
the Dybbol fortifications, and their exactions in Jutland 
have been exaggerated. Most of the people understand 
English or French, and he got on very well with these 
two and his broken German. Dear old Phil arrived in 
the evening, and we were very snug and cosy together. 
He has been walking up and down Snowdon three times 
in fifteen hours, forty minutes, 

" Wednesday, May 25. — Mrs. Newdegate, Charley, 
and Harry Boucherett (another cousin) all came down 
to breakfast, which was very merry and successful, 
the weather being lovely. Then, having started the, 
three gentlemen off for the Derb}', we muddled about 
all day and came up to town, to find ' Blair Atholl ' the 
successful horse. In the evening we went to a concert 
at Mrs. Vivian's, where we heard some very fine Italian 
music which I did not care for, fine as Titiens' and 
Giuglini's singing was. But we saw a number of 
friends, among them Sir R., who was so attentive that 
I foresee it will all have to be done over again. I was 
perfectly civil, but picked up every stray man I could 
find to talk to. 

" Thursday, May 26. — I paraded about all the 
morning with a footman behind me ; called on the Peels • 
Boileaus, and Thornhills, and saw Emily Smith and hei 



fine boy ; had a pleasant practice at Lady Hogg's, 
where I hooked an invite from Charley Fremantle to 
his mother's concert. So to Lady Fremantle 's Mrs. 
Nevvdegate and I did go, and heard some exceedingly 
charming amateur music, Mendelssohn's Lobgesang, 
which is splendid, and some of his part songs. Oh, 
I do love that German music ! 

" Wednesday y June i . — We went with Nora Campbell 
to a very fine concert at Mrs. Capel Cure's, where, to my 
delight, I heard Grisi sing for the first time, quite 
gloriously. Less to my delight were Sir R.'s attentions, 
from which I in vain endeavoured to escape by flirting 
with that very safe card. Major Paynter. . . . But oh ! I 
am not happy. When I came in yesterday I found 

Captain B 's card, and with it a copy of verses 

saying that he had staked his all on this one chance. 
Is not that enough to make one miserable ? He will 
propose, perhaps, at Lady Hoare's ball to-morrow, and 
my heart aches to think of it, for I love him as a sister 
does a brother, but not as he would have me. And I 
can't speak to anybody ! If dear Edith were only here I 
She always wished me to marry, but I won't till I find 
the right person. * That's flat,' as Lord Byron says in 
his letters. 

|l " June 4, 11.30 p.m. — I cannot go to bed without 
first recording the events of this strange day. It 
poured with rain. Mrs. Newdegate went out and 

left me alone. Miss E , whose brother proposed to 

me at Windsor, came and offered to take me to see 
my cousin, Lou Ridley. I accepted, not without mis- 
givings ; but we had not been there long when Mr. 
E was announced. I do not think it was pre- 
meditated on the girl's part, but oh ! how it grieves 
me to see that he is still in the same mind. In very 
ieed, I am not worthy of such love. He spoke of dear 
Edith, and said he had learnt it accidentally, having 
promised himself to ask no questions about me. Then 
tie said, ' May I stay, or do you wish me to go ? ' I 
:'eplied, ' Do precisely as you like.' However, he went 
after a little while, which was charming of him. Miss 

8o A GAY SEASON [chap, vi 

E talked of her brother all the way home, and I 

said much which can be better said through her than 
to him. But he must not see me, and I must not become 
her friend. After dinner we posted off to Lady Row- 
ley's and heard more of that everlasting Italian music, 
for which I don't care a brass button, and then we 

posted away, finding vSir R B in the cloakroom. 

He is not to be put off so easily, but I think he 
sees my game. On to Lady Hoare's splendid ball, two 
houses connected by a gallery — in short, one of the 
things of the season. With my usual good fortune, I 

danced every dance — one was with Captain B , 

who, as I feared, came there for the simple purpose of 
meeting me. What am I to do ? I cannot be un- 
kind to him. 

" Monday, June 6. — We went to the Yorkshire ball, at 
Willis' Rooms, which is supposed to have been very bad ; 
but I did not care, as I met plenty of people to dance 
with — Charley, Lord Valentia, Ronald Melville, etc., 

and Mr. E , to whom I really do not know how to 

behave. He started with the assurance that he would 
not bother me this season at all events ! And he is so 

nice, I am very sorry. Mr. H runs in and out of the 

house like a tame cat. He was here at luncheon, and 
is coming back to dinner. They are verj'- kind to him, 
and it is nice of Mrs. Newdegate, for I do not think his < 
own people half look after him, and the consequence is 
he knows not a soul in London and has rather a ton de 
garnison, which, though it may be better than the 
ton de bumpkin, not all m}^ love of red-coats can per- 
suade me to admire. But I like him very much, and 
think we shall have a very jolly party for Ascot. I 
have bought a white bonnet, for which I gave a whole 
pound. I think it is so plain and undemonstrative that 
nobody can object to it — all white with a few lilies of the 
valley. I am naughty enough to be very glad Captain 

B is coming, but I must try and be a good child 

and not flirt. It is no use worrying oneself about these \ 
men, for I can go nowhere without stumbling upon one ■ 
or other of them. It makes me sad sometimes, but the 

1 864] AN ASCOT PARTY 8i 

end of it is I give it up as a bad job and treat them all 
in the same friendly, sisterly manner. 

" Harefield Place, June 9. — We were all off for 
Ascot early, and drove through Windsor Park to the 
racecourse, where we took up a first-rate position op- 
posite the Stand. We had great fun watching the 
racing, eating luncheon under difficulties, seeing hosts 
of friends, and amused with the endless divertisements 
of a racecourse, portrayed a hundred times by Punch, 
from the ' c'rect card ' to the man who smashes stones 
with his bare hand. Scottish Chief won the Gold Cup 
easy. It is such a long race that one has time to ob- 
serve the intense excitement of the * ring.' That is 
the worst of racing, but I am glad to have seen it all 
once. The Royal Family, including my Princess, were 
all there. Our return was easily accomplished. But 
oh ! Captain B and Mr. H were both there. 

" 3 Arlington Street, June 10. — Dear, kind Mrs. 
Newdegate came to my room quite early and warned 

me to be careful about Captain B , whom she sees 

clearly means business. I tried, accordingly, to be very 
careful, and succeeded in pleasing her at all events. 
She seems so fond of me, it is quite delightful, and I am 
sure I return it. All the week I have felt afraid of being 

out of the frying-pan into the fire with Mr. H , who 

is staying here and plays croquet with me every morn- 
ing ; and Mrs. Newdegate told me what I suspected was 
quite true, and that he had confided his feelings to her. 
It really is too absurd. We all returned to town after 
luncheon, and I went with Mamma and Charley to the 
ball at Buckingham Palace. Somehow I had not 
thought much about it beforehand, having so many 
other things to think of, and I was really taken aback 
by the splendour of the spectacle. What pleased me 
most was that Princess Helena, Princess Mary, and the 
Prince of Wales all shook hands with us both. Sir 

R B asked me to dance, but I had plenty of 

partners without him. I wore my green gowm with the 
blush roses, and Mrs. Newdegate insisted on sending for 
a bunch to match for the front of my dress. 

82 A GAY SEASON [chap, vi 

" Saturday, June ii. — Three of my rejected suitors 
were in the Park this morning, but, to my rehef, I steered 

clear of them all. After luncheon, at which Mr. H 

appeared, we went down to a party at Pembroke Lodge, 
where I was surrounded by old friends, and Lord Amber- 
ley was as attentive as usual. All this is enough to turn 
m}'- head, but it is no doubt much better for me to have 
it all out now than at eighteen. I shall soon have had 
my fling, and hope it may please God to grant me a 
happy meeting with one whom I can truly love. 

''June 20. — I dined tete-a-tete with my cousin, 
Harry Boucherett, who was most agreeable. I am not 
sure that I don't like him best when he talks sense. 
We discussed the advantages and disadvantages of 
living alone, and the reason why the young care so much 
more for poetry than the old. In short, we grew quite \ 
metaphysical. C. N. N. was busy fighting the Gaol Bill. 
I went to fetch Mrs. Newdegate from her dinner at Mrs. 
Grey's, and came in for a bit of a very pleasant party. 

Colonel F was there, returned from Paris, where 

he has left that movable commodity, his heart ! I 
can see, however, 'twill come across the Channel after 
him ere long, I dare say. At the last party where I met 
him he never left my side, and yet, fascinating as he is, 

I do not believe he is worth one half of Captain B . 

Lady Mordaunt has actually sent a card for her ball, | 
for Mr. Newdegate and Miss Bowater, and upon Mrs. 
N. writing to say she thought there must be some 
mistake, as my mother did not consider her son a 
sufficient chaperone for her daughter, she sends a card 
for Mrs. Newdegate without a word of comment or ex- 
planation. But not to go would be to punish our- 
selves ! However, last night Charley pitched into Sir 
Charles, wjio, of course, vowed it was a mistake. An- 
other amazing event is that Lord Henniker is going to 
present to-morrow at the levee — how can I write the 
name ? — Madame de S^vigne's expressions on the Grande 
Mademoiselle's marriage would hardly be too strong ! 
He is going to present — that hater of everything con- 
nected with the Court ; that persistent fugitive from 

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Society ; above all, that poor invalid whom we ought 
to be nursing — my Uncle Frederick ! And all because 
it is said that the Prince of Wales is going to give a 
great entertainment to the Jockey Club. Well ! wonders 
will never cease ! 

" June 21. — This afternoon we heard Trebelli sing 
Gounod's Serenade and some Spanish songs quite beauti- 
fully at a concert at Mrs. Packe's. Afterwards we drove 
about and found a great crowd in the Park, the Queen 
having come up and held a reception, after which, to 
everybody's joy, she actually drove through the Park 
in an open carriage. She bowed and smiled, and seemed 
quite overcome by the cheering. No wonder ! But oh, 
I am so glad ! We went to Lady Mordaunt's ball, such a 
good one — lots of room and lots of partners ! Colonel 
Francis was my vis-h-vis in one quadrille, and squeezed 
my hand most affectionately whenever we met, but went 
away without asking me to dance, whereat I was goose 
enough to be much disappointed. None the less I en- 
joyed myself immensely. 

" June 23. — After dinner this evening, Mrs. Newde- 
gate and I set off on our long drive to the ball at Straw- 
berry Hill. But the ten miles' drive seemed like two, 
so agreeably did she talk of politics, education, and other 
matters. She told me, amongst other things, how much 
Charley has had to suffer from the independent line 
which he has taken. Lord Derby and Mr. Disraeli, she 
declares, have done their best to ruin him. Indeed, I 
never heard a man speak in stronger terms than he did 
at breakfast to-day of the suffering his enemies have been 
able to inflict. ' They have buUied my mother ; if I had 
had a wife, they would have crushed her ; if I had had a 
mistress, if they could have hit on a blot in my life, 
it would have been all up with me ! ' Once Lord Palmer- 
ston offered him a peerage, which he promptly refused. 
He is a noble character, with all his eccentricities, and 
sacrifices everything to what he thinks right. I have 
been reading his articles in the St. James's Chronicle aloud 
to his mother at his request, and cannot help being 
pleased at the confidence and consideration with which 

84 A GAY SEASON [chap, vi 

he treats me ; but he shan't make a Tory of me, if I can 
help it ! 

" In due course of time we landed at Strawberry 
Hill — Horace Walpole's Strawberry Hill — and were 
wandering through its crooks and crannies into the 
brilliantly lighted ballroom. Of course I danced all 
night — with Mr. Fane, Sir Malcolm MacGregor, Mr. 

Dugdale, Mr. Farquhar, Captain C (with whom I 

had a grand squabble, ending in a flirtation — prenez 
garde!), Mr. Campbell, Ronald Melville, Sir Charles 
Mordaunt. Altogether it was a charming wind-up of 
my season, and the coloured lamps which illuminated 
the grounds had faded before the daw^n ere we started 
for Richmond. So now farewell to my gaieties. It 
has been a very pleasant time, and I think I have learnt 

" Richmond Park, June 28. — After luncheon we went 
to the Star and Garter, to join the Kenyon and Rowley 
water-party. We rowed about most of the afternoon, 
and then sat down to a great dinner. I was between 
Harry (my guest) and Sir Charles Mordaunt, out of 
whom I got more political information than he got out 
of me. It is a wonderfully interesting time. The con- 
ference came to an end on Saturda}^ hostilities recom- 
menced on Sunday, and Alsen was taken on Monday. 
The papers were laid before the House on Monday 
evening, accompanied by ministerial statements from 
Lord Palmerston in one House and Lord Russell in the 
other, and listened to with breathless attention. On 
Tuesday, great Conservative meetings were held at 
Lord Salisbury's and Lord Derby's, but C. N. N. did not 
attend either, and, in spite of Sir Charles, I do not believe 
the split in the Conservative party which foiled the 
attack of a fortnight ago is made up. However, on 
Wednesday, Mr. Disraeli gave notice that on Monday 
he will move an address, expressing the regret of the 
House that England's menaces are not to be carried 
out, and blaming the foreign policy of the Government. 
On Thursday, Mr. Kinglake gave notice of an amend- 
ment, expressing general satisfaction at the preservation 



of peace. Whether C. N. N. means to move another 
amendment, * I dinna ken.' But on Monday comes the 
tug-of-war, and it is all intensely interesting. I have 
wandered far from the Richmond water-party, which 
ended in a dance and was altogether very good fun. 

" Saturday, July 2. — C. N. N. moves an amend- 
ment to Disraeli's motion, proposing that the in- 
tegrity of Denmark should be guaranteed on the 
terms proposed by the neutral powers, i.e. the line of 
the Schlee and the Dannewerk. But he won't carry 
that, or I am much mistaken. 

" July 5. — The great debate began last night. 
Disraeli and Gladstone fought a regular duel, with all 
the powers of wit, deadly sarcasm, and withering irony. 
Mr. D.'s logic is very good, and I do not think Mr. G.'s 
pulling it to bits very effective. D.'s peroraison is 
magnificent, were it sincere ; but his weak point is that 
he will not commit himself to any line of policy, and here 
G. has him well. Charley and Kinglake move their 
amendments in good, sensible, but not brilliant speeches, 
and General Peel makes a downright, honest, bulldog 
kind of speech. 

" July 9. — A majority of eighteen in favour of the 
Government. Well ! I am glad on the whole. But 
the part Charley took in the recent debate, when his 
own amendment had been rejected in not supporting 
the Conservatives, has raised a great storm dowfi in 
Warwickshire and given him much trouble ! From 
his own point of view, of course, he was quite right, 
and I must say England has behaved atrociously to the 
Danes. The German question has assumed a new phase, 
and Austria and Prussia are playing a bold game." 

Early in Juh^, Miss Bowater returned home well 
satisfied with her lively season and determined to devote 
her leisure to self-improvement. But she had hardly 
settled dow^n in her quiet Richmond home than her 
peace of mind was disturbed by a proposal from Captain 

B , the one of all her suitors whom she most liked 

and respected. 

" Monday, July 14. — I had settled down quietly to a 

86 A GAY SEASON [chap, vi 

working morning in the schoolroom, when post arrived. 
I scanned my pile of letters, and, strange to say, mistook 
the writing of one which had been forwarded from 
Harefield, and did not open it till the last. When I 
did, it made my heart beat and my limbs tremble, 

for it contained a proposal from Captain B , 

almost stern in its depth and earnestness of affection, 
such as he may well say I shall not soon find elsewhere. 
God knows if I did right in declining it as gently but as 
decidedly as I know how. Even if Mamma approved — 
and she is strongly averse to the idea of marriage with 
an officer in a marching regiment — I do not think my 
decision ought to have been otherwise. I cannot feel 
for him as he does for me, and he ie worthy of some- 
thing better than I can give him. But it has cost me 
very much, and at times I feel as if I had flung my 
happiness away. May God forgive me if I have flirted 
with him. It is an awful thing to have such influence 
over a man's life, such a decision to make. Writing 
this letter occupied the whole morning, and I walked to 
Norbiton to post it with a heavy heart. How Mamma 
can treat it so lightly I cannot divine ! I almost wish 
I had not told her. My heart aches sadly for him, and 
it is of no use for her to tell me not to worry. 

" Wednesday, July i6. — The early post brought me 

what I expected, a letter from Captain B . It is 

a comfort to me that he says he did not expect any 
other answer, but I cannot help fearing that he thinks 
I gave him encouragement. Perhaps this is true. It 
was so difficult, with the whole neighbourhood looking 
on. However, I feel far happier than I did yesterday, 
and when we do meet there must be a total change of 

" Monday, July i8. — We were all of us electrified 
by the announcement of Lady Florence Paget 's mar- 
riage, last Saturdaj'^, to Lord Hastings. If a shell had 
exploded in the midst of London society, it could 
hardly have astonished it more than this ! For it is 
not a month since the town rang with the news of her 
engagement to Mr. Chaplin. I went to a croquet party 

1 864] A RUNAWAY MATCH 87 

at the Old Palace. Nothing talked of but Lady 
Florence ! It appears she was at the Opera on Friday 
night with Mr. Chaplin, and on Saturday morning 
walked through Marshall & Snelgrove's shop, stepped 
into Captain Granville's brougham, and drove off to 
church to be married. I don't envy the feelings of any 

of the trio. Even Captain B must feel that his 

fate, trying as it may be, is infinitely preferable to 
either that of Mr, Chaplin or Mr. Heneage, who three 
days before his marriage with Lady Adela Hare dis- 
covered that it was his money, not himself, she cared 
for. Poor Lady Florence, hers is indeed a sad story, and 
not yet all told, I doubt. 

"Saturday, July 23. — I went with Mary Wheatley 
to an opera concert in the Crystal Palace, which I 
thoroughly enjoyed. It was so cool and quiet, the 
orchestra was perfect, and Mario, whom I heard for 
the first time, sang in exquisite taste. ' Si la stan- 
chezza,' from the Trovatore, was unforgettable, and 
one was not bothered by a futile attempt to combine 
music and society ; and though I had rather have 
heard a symphony of Beethoven or a part song by 
Mendelssohn, taken altogether it was very charming. 
We were met with a telegram announcing the death of 
my poor aunt, Laura, Lady Ridley. No one could wish 
to prolong a life like hers, and it is sad to think that 
her daughter, Sarah Cookson, who died two days before, 
had not seen her mother for nearly thirty years. Of 
her ten children, none but Sir Matthew will mourn her 
loss. Ah ! family quarrels are sad things. But she 
was a most kind friend to us, and I shall miss her very 
much. As we drove home, it crossed my mind that 
my grandmother used to talk of a certain ;^20,ooo 
which might come to me at Aunt Laura's death. The 
thought flashed across me, if that money comes, there 
would be no obstacle to my marriage wdth Captain 

B . But then I felt No ! I shall see the place all 

my life, by the trees on this side of Pembroke Lodge. 

" August 4. — Sir Matthew came down about 11 a.m., 
accompanied, to our surprise, by Matt. He brought me 

88 A GAY SEASON [chap, vi 

my aunt's two legacies, i.e. ;{^200, which she sealed up 
for me on my last birthday, and the gold repeater which 
she once told me was dear Papa's gift to his mother. 
I wish she had added the portrait of Mrs. Bowater by 
Romney, which he left her with the miniature, but 
otherwise I am quite content. Had she left me more, 
I should have felt she was wronging her own children. 
With Matt I was charmed ; he is a clever and accom- 
plished youth, and we had a great deal of agreeable 
conversation during their short visit. . . . Well, I 
muddle on somehow. Query, Is not life a muddle ? 
Could one organise it ? I wonder. I must read Helps 
on that subject." 


A Visit to Balmoral 

MAY-JUNE 1865 

In the spring of the following year, Miss Bowater, to 
her great delight, received an invitation to accompany 
the Queen to Balmoral for three weeks, and on the 
19th of May 1865 she went down to Windsor to join the 
Royal party. 

" Friday, May 19. — I left home for Windsor, and 
did not half like parting from the Madre, but got over 
the ynauvais quart d'heure of arrival extremely well, 
and was soon chatting with these dear Princesses. 
The Drawing-room, it seems, was quite a full one, and 
Princess Helena played her part admirably, but is 
terribly knocked up with it. Soon after five we dined in 
a room commanding the loveliest of views. The Duke 
of Argyll took me in ; the Duchess of Atholl, Mrs. Bruce, 
Miss Lascelles, Sir Thomas Biddulph, General Grey, 
Lord De Tabley, Mr. West, Colonel Ponsonby, and 
Mr. Sahl, made up the party. Immediately after- 
wards I drove with the Duchess and Mrs. Bruce 
to the G.W. Station, and punctually at seven the 
Royal train started. It was lovely all the way to 
Oxford, of whose spires we caught a passing view ; 
then the shades of night settled slowly down over the 
rich and riant landscape, and it was quite dark before 
we reached Leamington. At Banbury, some voices 
sang ' God save the Queen ' and ' God bless the Prince 
of Wales.' At Stafford came tea, and then the Black 
Country, with its chimneys sending up flaming tongues 

to heaven, after which we turned in for the night and 


90 A VISIT TO BALMORAL [chap, vii 

made ourselves comfortable on the sofas of our saloon. 
Before reaching Carlisle, the grey dim dawn had risen, 
and here and there, through the rolling mists, I caught 
sight of a purling brook gurgling over the stones. The 
Borderland suggested Fergus Maclvor and Madge 
Wildfire and ' The sun shines fair on Carlisle wall.' 
Then I fell asleep again, and woke with a start to find 
mjT^self in Scotland, among high, bleak hills, with sheep 
straying up and down in the cold mists, and here and 
there a shepherd wrapped in his plaid, surveying us 
from under his bonnet. Perth was reached about nine, 
and was more welcome as meaning breakfast than 
from any historic associations. Then on again, past 
Scone and Lord Southesk and Lord Strathmore's 
places to the Bridge of Dun, where Lord Dalhousie 
met us, and then on to Aberdeen. I only woke in 
time to see the pretty bit along the coast, where the 
blue sea comes close in under the rocks. After this 
we turned sharply to the west, and began to ascend the 
Dee valley. At Aboyne we left the railroad, and had 
twenty miles to drive. We passed Abergeldie, and 
landed here about four o'clock, not sorry to find myself 
at the end of such a fatiguing journey, and to hear the 
gurgling of the Dee as it rushes over its grey boulders, 
instead of the polka which the steam-engine would 

^^ Balmoral, Ballater, N.B., Sunday, May 21. — 
It seems like a dream that I should be six hundred miles 
away from Richmond Park, where I was writing bravely 
thirty-six hours ago. I did not see the Queen on our 
journey till we reached Aboyne, where she shook hands 
as we got out of the carriage. I was glad to see that 
her widow's cap had given place to a narrow white 
frill under the bonnet ; the Duchess, however, is still 
in weeds. But last night, Mellish was in the midst of 
lacing my dress when rat-tat at the door. Mellish 
went to open it, and in walked — the Queen, come in 
from a walk with Princess Helena, ' to look after me, 
as she had promised,' she said. The room was in 
frightful confusion, and I so scared that I hardly know 


what I said or did, but I hope I behaved pretty, and 
Her Majesty was most kind and anxious to set me at 
ease. This morning I went out walking with Princess 
Helena, and in the afternoon, accompanied Mrs. Gordon 
to the top of the Cairn above the house. Such a 
delicious walk, first up among the birch trees, where 
the ground is covered with anemones and all kinds of 
wild flowers, and then emerging among heather and 
grey boulders, to gain a lovely view of the whole valley, 
with the Castle at our feet, and behind us Lochnagar, 
towering in majesty with its three snow-clad summits. 
I should have liked to go to church, but this glorious 
Nature made it feel like Sunday. This house is very 
nice, simple, and pretty — not like a palace at all. There 
are a dining-room, billiard-room, library, and drawing- 
room en suite. The Queen dines in the library, and 
we go there afterwards. It is a charming room, and 
any lady may take out any book she likes, by putting 
her name on a slip of paper in its place. We are a 
very jolly party, cheery and pleasant. Mrs. Gordon I 
like extremely. General Grey is a host in himself, full 
of fun but a man of very decided opinions, not to say 
prejudices. Still, there is something very lovable 
about him. He is very wroth because ' little MacCullum 
More,' as he calls the Duke, won't talk politics with him. 
The Duke like a wise man, having left all such thoughts 
behind, is devoted to birds and beetles and sich-like. 
We had a grand discussion at dinner about whortle- 
berries and all the different varieties — cran-, crow-, bil-, 
bla-, dog-, meal-, and bear- berries ! They are almost 
as bad as the Lochs and Bens and Craigs and all the 
unpronounceable names of the places about here. 

" Monday, May 22. — After a great deal of dis- 
cussion, an expedition, consisting of General and Mrs. 
Gordon, Mrs. Bruce, Colonel Ponsonby, and myself, 
was arranged to the Falls of the Gharb-allt. The day 
was lovely, the air balmy with the fragrance of birch 
and pine, and just clouds enough to lend softness to 
the shadows. After driving six miles up the river, we 
crossed the bridge of Invercauld, and came into the 

92 A VISIT TO BALMORAL [chap, vii 

Forest of Ballochbuie, which was lovely with the sun 
gleaming through the tall pines upon the bright green 
carpet of moss and leaves. We crossed the Gharb-allt 
— a large burn which comes tumbling in sheets of foam 
over huge masses of granite — and climbed the hill, until, 
getting clear of the Forest, we had a lovely view over the 
vale of Invercauld, and saw the long ridge of Ben-na- 
Biurd, with its snow sparkling in the sun. We re- 
turned by this side of the river, through the forest of 
Balmoral, which to my mind has been ruined by the 
Prince Consort's objection to thinning trees, and saw a 
number of roes bounding to and fro. In the afternoon 
I played duets with Princess Helena, and dined with 
the Queen, General Gre}'", and Mrs. Bruce. 

" May 24. — ^The Queen's birthday ! May God bless 
and preserve her ! Prince Arthur arrived yesterday. 
He has grown so handsome — and only think ! he has 
brought me a beautiful olive-wood book-slide from 
Jerusalem. I spent the day walking and playing with 
Princess Helena, who took me to see the Queen's room 
and her presents, all the children's work, drawings, etc. 
Portraits of the Prince are everywhere ; to me this would 
be almost painful. In the afternoon General and Mrs. 
Gordon, the Duke and I set off on an expedition to the 
Linn of Dee, followed by the rest of the party. We 
drove through the Forest, by Braemar Castle, to Castle- 
town, where we changed horses, and w-ent on up a wild 
glen, leading across a desolate tract of country, to Mar 
Lodge, and at length reached the Linn, a narrow passage 
between the rocks through which the Dee rushes, like 
a true mountain stream, changing from clear green to 
snow-white foam and black pools below. Lord Byron 
narrowly escaped being drowned here when he was a 
boy. He fell into the stream, and was only saved by 
a servant who seized him by the neck and dragged 
him out. We scrambled about the rocks, and had a 
beautiful drive home, with the mountains looking hke 
bits of dreamland in the sunset, and the pine woods 
bathed in golden light. We saw — or rather the Duke 
saw — the oyster-catcher by the Deeside, and the wood- 


cock and curlews in Ballochbuic Forest, and he pointed 
out the flat layers of slate which distinguish the Linn 
from the granite rocks all round. 

" May 25. — This afternoon there was a grand tea 
for the school-children, in honour of Her Majesty's 
birthday — a pretty sight enough, with the Queen sur- 
rounded by her children and ladies grouped under the 
trees. Quite late, I rode with the Gordons and Majoi 
Elphinstone to the top of Craig-Lauriben, where is the 
Prince Consort's cairn. In August 1862, the first visit 
which the Queen paid to Balmoral after the Prince's 
death, she and six of her children placed stones on this 
cairn, carved with their initials. The text inscribed on 
the tablet was quoted by the Princess Royal in a letter 
written to her mother shortly after her father's death : 
' He being made perfect in a short time, fulfilled a 
long time. For his soul pleased the Lord ' (Wisdom 
iv. 13). 

" May 26. — I was rather alarmed by orders to drive 
with the Queen after breakfast. Princess Louise came 
with us, and once we got off it was not so bad. Nothing 
could be kinder than Her Majesty was, or lovelier than 
the views in the Forest and glen of Felagie. The 
Queen did not talk a great deal, but was in capital 
spirits, and is looking very well. It is such fun to hear 
her talk to the gillies, John Brown and John Grant, 
who are certainly most important personages here. 
In the afternoon I was packed off to ride with General 
Gordon and Colonel Ponsonby to Alt-na-Guisach. Up 
Glen Gelder we went to the very foot of Lochnagar, 
the wildest, most desolate scene I ever beheld, and then 
up a path cut in the hillside, till we reached the snow- 
line and saw patches of it all around us, and came down 
by Glen Muick to the pretty cottage where in happier 
days the Queen and Prince occasionally spent the 
night. We returned by the green hills known as the 
Coyles, after an extremely enjoyable ride of sixteen or 
seventeen miles. 

" May 27. — The gentlemen very kindly insisted on 
taking me with them to the Linn of Muick, through 

94 A VISIT TO BALMORAL [chap, vii 

yesterday's glen, to the waterfall down in the woods, 
and then on to Birk Hall, a pretty little place belonging 
to the Prince of Wales, with a lovely view over Ballater 
and the blue hills beyond. We came home by Aber- 
geldie Castle, and I had a long and interesting talk with 
Major Elphinstone on Goulburn's sermons, science and 
revelation. Indeed, I often wish I had six pair of 
ears to listen to all the conversations that take place 
here. A great discussion has been going on about 
American affairs. The Duke is a strong Northerner, 
and said yesterday he did not think they would attack 
us ; but to-day I hear him and General Grey talking of 
a dispatch from Mr. Adams touching the Alabama, 
which they think looks ugly. General Gordon is an 
excellent cicerone, having known all this country for 
more than thirty years, when it belonged to his uncle, 
and he is so proud of it I think he likes to show it 
to anybody who admires it as much as I do. General 
Grey keeps us all in fits, and quarrels amicably with 
Mrs. Bruce on every possible occasion. I am glad to 
hear Papa liked him so much, and want to give him one 
of my photos. Such a bunch of lilies of the valley he 
gave me this morning ! We have taken lately to spend- 
ing our evenings in the billiard-room, and have grand 
games at bowls or curling on the billiard-table — a capital 
game, of which I hear the Prince Consort was very fond. 
Carl Haag, the painter, has arrived, a clever little man 
who has plenty to say for himself, so much so that som^ 
of our friends mean to put him through a process of 
snubbing, and which I must own he richly deserves. 

" Sunday, May 28. — We went twice to the little 
Scotch kirk at Crathie, and heard two fine sermons 
from the famous Dr. Caird, who arrived last night, and 
is the most Puritanical-looking party I ever saw. I do 
not at all dislike the Scotch service, except having to 
stand when one prays. Dr. Caird 's prayers are ex- 
ceptionally impressive, but one must always be at the 
mercy of the * meenister ' ! The ' discoorse ' this 
morning was from S. Matt. v. 17. He began very 
politically, by drawing a distinction between Conserva- 


tives and obstructers, Reformers and destroyers, and 
then proceeded to show that Our Lord could not be 
anything but the fulfiller of the law, because Omni- 
potence itself could not make a noble action base or a 
base one noble. The analogy he drew was from that 
grand principle of submission to Nature's laws, which 
the Duke of Argyll has so splendidly developed in his 
papers. Indeed, we were all struck by the similarity 
between the two, and I was naughty enough to remark 
that the morning sermon, appealing to the intellect, 
was intended for His Grace, and the afternoon one, 
addressed to the feelings, was evidently meant for Her 
Majesty. The afternoon text was, ' Seek ye first the 
kingdom of God and His righteousness, and all these 
things shall be added unto you ' — added, either by your 
being made independent of them, or by their acquiring 
a depth and meaning that they never possessed before. 
He drew one or two touching pictures of loneliness — 
the last of a once gay and happy household, sitting 
alone in the old home and longing * for the touch of 
a vanished hand.' Yet even this loneliness, he said, 
is nothing to being without God in the world. I thought 
of Pascal's ' Je mourrai seul ' and Keble's ' Why should 
we faint and fear to live alone ? ' The language was 
really very fine, and perhaps on the whole I liked the 
afternoon sermon best, since it left us all more silent, 
less inclined to argue, or, as the Duke put it, ' made us 
feel bad.' Dr. Caird and the Duke talked of Renan 
and Strauss in the evening, both of whose books, it 
seems, are much read by the younger Scottish clergy. 

" May 29. — Princess Helena and I had a glorious 
ride after breakfast, up Bowment's Moss by a tremend- 
ously steep path, with lovely views of the mountains 
along Deeside. So steep was the path that we were 
obliged to lead the ponies down, and returned by Glen 
Gelder, just in time to escape the rain, which set in 
violently and put an end to my going out this afternoon 
with Her Majesty. I dined with her and the Gordons, 
and played bowls as we do every evening. 

" June I . — Colonel Ponsonby departed this morning, 

96 A VISIT TO BALMORAL [chap, vii 

leaving me as a legacy some capital doggerel verse 
about all the Craigs and Bens here and our expeditions. 
It was cold and gloomy, and I spent most of the day 
pla\''ing duets with Princess Helena and Mrs. Gordon, 
not forgetting the Guards' Waltz wdth Prince Arthur. 
The great news to-day is that Miss Lascelles is to marry 
Lord Edward Cavendish. It sounds a very nice arrange- 
ment, but of course everybody here is very sorry to 
lose her. The Duke and I are becoming fast friends ; 
he is such a pleasant little man. I have been writing 
to thank Colonel Ponsonby for the ' Rhyme of Loch- 
nagar,' and General Grey stood godfather to the letter, 
i.e. read and enclosed it in his own, so I think that 
made it all proper. Lord Charles Fitzroy arrived. It 
is three years since we parted at Dover. He asked 
tenderly after Mamma, but looks aged, I think. 

" June 3. — I started at tw^elve with Mile Norele and 
the three children for a day at Loch Muick. We rode 
down to the loch, which, gleaming blue among the green 
hills, looked like anything but the ' lake of sorrow ' ; 
ate our luncheon sitting on the heather, and walked 
along a path cut in the hillside to the head of the loch. 
The weather was delicious ; the birches hung over the 
water, the broom was golden on the hillside, and the 
blue water rippled against the rocks, clear as crystal. 
After a short rest at a cottage at the head of the loch, 
just where the Glassalt comes tumbling over the rocks, 
we rode back the same way, and after tea at the hut, 
drove home by the Linn of Muick, where we stopped to 
gather primroses. It was altogether a most delightful 
day. It was great fun to see Princess Beatrice bullied 
by her brothers, and a great pleasure to be with my 
own boy. He is quite unchanged and to me very dear, 
but I can see that Prince Arthur throws him into the 
shade, with his good looks and winning ways. 

" Whit-Sunday, June 4. — The weather, I am glad to 
say, has improved, and to-day it is quite lovely. If 
the rain had continued, Her Majesty would have gradu- 
ally laid up all her children and attendants. Mrs. 
Gordon is confined to Uer room, and Princess Helena, 


Prince Arthur, and I all have colds ! Mrs. Gordon won 
the Derby lottery. I am afraid we had a great deal more 
excitement about that than about the birth of the small 
Prince,^ but I am glad to say the accounts of the Princess 
are excellent. Princess Helena and I walked up Craig 
Gowan directly after breakfast, and sat there, enjoying 
the peaceful, lovely landscape, while the words of to- 
day's Collect rang in my ears : ' Grant us by the same 
Spirit a right judgment in all things.' In the afternoon 
I walked to kirk with Lord Charles and Mrs. Bruce. A 
drowsy sermon sent me to sleep. This to me is the disad- 
vantage of the Scotch Church . The Duke, General Grey, 
Major Elphinstone, and Prince Arthur went to fish in the 
Dee. We were a small but jolly party. Lord Charles made 
himself very pleasant, and we played a spelling game. 

" June 5. — At 4.30 I started with Her Majesty and 
Princess Helena for the Sluggan, and rode up a fine wild 
glen until near the top of the hill we were stopped by 
a large patch of snow. We had to lead our ponies round 
it, to gain a view into the next glen, where the sight of 
Ben-na-Biurd, towering up into the sky, inspired Princess 
Helena with a plan for another excursion to-morrow. 
Then we sat down to tea — the snuggest, cosiest little 
party possible — the Queen so kind and good-natured as 
to make me feel quite at my ease. Her Majesty having 
duly ministered to the wants of the gillies, we pro- 
ceeded to sketch the mountains to the south-west, and 
then set out on our homeward ride. That ride I can 
never forget. It would be impossible to describe the 
colouring of Lochnagar under the setting sun. It was 
one of those dreams of beauty one sees scarcely twice 
in a lifetime. My father, Edith, all came to my mind. 

' Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean ! 
Tears from the depth of some divine despair 
Rise in the heart and gather to the eyes . . . 
In thinking of the days that are no more.' 

No less delightful was the drive home. It was half- 
past eight when we got back to the carriage, and we 

' His Majesty King George v., born at Marlborough House on June 3, 1865. 

98 A VISIT TO BALMORAL [chap, vn 

bowled home at a tearing pace behind the four greys. 
Such a sky behind us, and such reflections in the Dee ! 
I dined quite alone with the Queen, the Princesses and 
Prince Arthur, but it was not a bit formidable ! 

" June 6. — Princess Helena, Prince Arthur, Mrs. 
Gordon, and I set out for Ben-na-Biurd (3940 feet high) at 
eleven. We drove to the same point above Invercauld, 
mounted our ponies and rode up the Sluggan, and then 
through a narrow glen where we saw a large herd of 
deer standing or lying in the snow which filled up the 
opposite crevice of the mountain. Nothing could be 
more picturesque than the cavalcade, ponies, gillies and 
all, winding along this steep ascent over the rocks. 
Soon the path ceased, and the riding got worse and 
worse, while the views behind us became more and 
more glorious, range beyond range of blue and purple 
hills rising one above another with shadows flitting 
rapidly across them. All too rapidly, alas ! for by the 
time we had reached the huge patch of snow we see 
from Invercauld, it began to rain. We sat down to 
luncheon, hoping it might clear, but it did no such thing. 
However, we were not to be beaten, so off we marched 
across the snow. Princess Helena, Prince Arthur, and I, 
in charge of the great John Grant, and precious hard 
work we found it, both on the snow and over the loose 
stones at the top. At last we reached the Cairn on the 
highest point of Ben-na-Biurd, and caught glimpses of 
lofty ranges of mountains looming grey and mysterious 
through the mist, which lifted now and then, only to 
close round us more pitilessly than ever. Anything 
more absurd than we all looked, tumbling and struggling 
stick in hand over the loose stones, our skirts limp and 
clinging (I was fitted out in an old one of the Queen's, 
which buttoned up in the most comfortable way), and 
rivulets streaming from our hats, it would be hard to 
imagine. ' I calkeehlate we were considerabeel wet ' I 
However, by the time we reached the ford over the burn, 
the rain ceased, and we rode down the glen, and were at 
home by 7.30, well pleased with our day — ducking and 


" June 7. — We were all glad of a rest after the fatigues 
of Ben-na-Biurd, but in the afternoon I had a charming 
expedition with the Duke and Duchess, General Gordon 
and Mrs. Bruce, to Loch Muick, where the General and I 
mounted our ponies and scampered up a wild Highland 
glen to the Dhu Loch, a tiny lake high up in the moun- 
tains. To-day the sun shone brightly on its dark water, 
and the burn which comes straight down from the rocks 
was like a line of silver. We found the rest of the party 
scattered about, enjoying the calm beauty of the 
evening, and had great fun over tea, cooking the fish 
which the Duke had caught in the loch, broiled on the 
hot embers of our fire, and watching the evening effects, 
which are lovelier in the Highlands than anywhere else. 
All the way home the Duke and Mrs. Bruce quoted 
poetry, d, I'envi Vun de Vautre. He is a devoted 
Tennysonian, General Grey is as vehement against him, 
and it is such fun to hear them squabble away. I must 
say, however, that the General recites by far the best. 
His Grace's manner is, to use the Queen's mild ex- 
pression, ' unfortunate,' or as Lord Charles puts it, 
* it all comes out of his boots.' I was photographed 
this morning in my brown gown with my lilac hat, which 
the Queen is kind enough to call very becoming ; but I 
doubt if it will come out well, there was such a wind ! 
Lord Charles and I are rapidly becoming fast friends, 
and I am glad to find that he does not dislike me, as I 
fancied at Cannes. When he heard me regret that by 
staying here a week longer I should miss two balls, he 
said Mrs. Gordon must take me to Lady Louisa Pennant's 
ball instead, and would call for me after dining at 
Camden Hill with the Duke and Duchess of Argyll. 
Is it not kind of them both ? So he is writing to her, 
and I have arranged to stay in Arlington Street for 
that night. Later. — Matters are simplified by the Duke 
asking me to dine with the Gordons. He also invites 
us to Inverary, whenever we come to Scotland. 

" Sunday, June 11. — An interesting conversation at 
breakfast between the Duke and Dr. Macleod, who 
arrived last night, about the Holy Land, Abraham's 

loo A VISIT TO BALMORAL [chap, vii 

well, etc. I walked with the children and Mademoiselle, 
— poor Prince Leo in his little carriage, but very cheery, — 
and had a scramble to get to church, where Her Majesty 
came. The sermon was from i Thess. v. lo, on the 
intimate union between the Church militant and the 
Church triumphant. There was much in it that I liked, 
but much also which trenched on very uncertain ground.^ 
Still, I had rather ' sit under ' him than under Dr. Caird 
— -this great, big, burly, good-humoured, large-hearted 
* Norman.' To-night he has been reading Wordsworth 
aloud to us most beautifully, and I am longing to know 
his poetry better. How much I shall have to digest 
when I get home ! The Duke has been making me read 
his letter in the Scotsman on the origin of the American 
War, ' in hope of curing me of my Southern pro- 
clivities ' ! Mr. Theed is here, the sculptor of the 
beautiful marble statue of the Prince Consort, at the 
foot of the Queen's staircase. He has come to see about 
placing a bronze replica of this on the banks of the Dee, 
but to judge by the cast, which was put up yesterday 
on the rocks, I hardly think it will look well out of doors. 
"June 12. — Music and drawing all the morning, 
then in the afternoon we drove out by Aberarder and 
Felagie and waited some time in the Forest, listening to 
the soughing of the wind among the larches and the wild 
cry of the hawks, and turned into a beautiful green ride 
above Invercauld, with views of the rushing Dee, through 
a foreground of birches, juniper, heather, and deer. Then 
came tea and sketching, and a delightful drive home 
through the Ballochbuic. Oh ! it was great fun, and I 

* In More Leaves from the Journal of a Life in the Highlands, p. 214, 
the Queen writes : "Sunday, June 11, 18G5. — At 12, I went to the Kirk 
— a great effort — with the girls and the Duchess of AthoU. I had only 
been once at the end of our stay last year in October 1864, and 
it made me very nervous. Still, as no one expected me to go, it was 
better so. Dr. Macleod performed the service very impressively. The 
sermon was from i Thessalonians v. 10. No one reads the Bible better 
than he does, and his prayers were most beautiful. In the one for me, 
which he always words so expressively and touchingly, he prayed for 
Alix and her dear babe very beautifully. The singing and the whole 
service brought tears to my eyes. I felt so alone. AH reminded me of 
former blessedness," 

1865] A MERRY PARTY lOi 

am only sorry that this life is coming to an end. I have 
never laughed so much in my life as since I have been 
here. The Duchess, for instance, is perfectly killing. 
Her story of the coaching notice which she saw posted 
up at Dunkeld sent us all into fits the other evening : 
* The Duchess of Atholl (this being the name of the 
coach) leaves the Duke's Arms (the inn at Dunkeld) 
every lawful morning at 6 a.m.' She and I have one 
great subject in common. We drive about these forests 
marking and thinning in imagination with unsparing 
hands. Then the scenes that take place in the char-^- 
bancs, on our homeward drives, are wonderful ! To- 
night there was the Duke reciting Wordsworth, * out of 
his boots,' General Grey repeating ' Tam o' Shanter ' 
behind to Dr. Robertson the factor, and Mrs. Bruce 
shrieking * Drag ! ' in front. The Duchess and I laughed 
till we cried. 

''June 13. — To-day we all mooned about in a de- 
liciously purposeless way, like babies, enjoying ourselves. 
I had much discussion with Major Elphinstone, and 
afterwards with him and the Duke, about Byron, 
Wordsworth, and Raphael. Also about Goulburn's 
Personal Religion. I don't altogether agree with the 
Major's theory that we think too little of ourselves, 
still it is immensely interesting to hear their opinions. 
I ended the evening by a grand confidential discourse 
with Lord Charles about the Household — Co well, Bruce, 
Phipps, Grey, Biddulph, etc. I am so glad he likes me 
— for the sake of auld tang syne ! 

" June 14. — I sat out with Princess Louise all the 
morning, which I was glad to do, as I have seen so little 
of her this time. When I came in. Princess Helena 
brought me a beautiful shawl- and brooch, de la part de 
S.M., and we sat together writing in my room and 
talking of the charming little conspiracy which the 
Duke, Lord Charles, and the Gordons have brewed for 
me next week. After luncheon I sat quiet, being under 
orders to go out with Her Majesty, Princess Helena, and 
the Duchess. At 4.45 we drove to Invercauld, where we 
mounted our ponies and rode up to the ' Gate,' which I 

I02 A VISIT TO BALMORAL [chap, vii 

have visited three days running ! Here we had tea, 
and the Queen took me on with her about a mile, to 
look down another beautiful glen looking eastwards, 
toward Mount Keen and the Coyles. I had been 
afraid that this tete-a-tete with Her Majesty would 
be formidable, but it was not, as she rode in front, 
only addressing an observation to me now and then, 
and I was quite content to be left to myself and 
look for the last time on the hills I have learnt 
to love so well. Returning to the Gate, we sat down 
and sketched, but rather to my regret were soon joined 
by the others, and drove swiftly home. Lochnagar 
was steeped in a lurid crimson glow, and the sun 
went down in a flood of gold behind Ben-na-Biurd. I 
dined with the Queen and the Duke and Duchess, 
and the}^ talked of the Emperor of the French, whom 
Her Majesty pronounced to be pleasant socially, but 
dangerous politically. After dinner, I played and won 
our last game at bowls. I think we all regret the end 
of our sejour here. At night Mrs. Gordon, Princess 
Helena, and I had a long talk in my room about unbelief, 
etc. Strange what phases of this we all pass through ! 
But, as Mrs. Gordon justly observed, it is with nations 
much the same. Still, I feel more and more that few 
of us enter sufficiently into the spirit of the words, 
* Except ye become as little children, ye shall not 
enter into the kingdom of heaven.' And so ends 
Balmoral life. It has indeed been a most delightful 

"June 15. — I walked up to the flagstaff on Craig 
Gowan by myself, for a last sniff of Highland air, a last 
look at the mountains. It was very quiet and delicious 
up there. I left Balmoral at twelve with Mrs. Gordon 
and Mrs. Bruce, getting beautiful views of ' dark Loch- 
nagar ' on the drive down to Aboyne, and admiring the 
wealth of wild roses and heather along the road . We left 
Aboyne about two, and troubled our heads little about 
the scenery after that. At Perth we had a last dinner 
all together, and the Duchess and Mrs. Bruce left us. I 
have a pleasant recollection of blue hills in the clear 


twilight, and after tea at Carlisle I slept till Mrs, Gordon 
called me to look at the sunrise. Leamington saw me 
astir, and Oxford up and dressed and enjoying the lovely 
summer morning. At nine we reached Windsor, and 
having taken leave of the Princesses and Princes, 
of Major Elphinstone and the Gordons, who were kind 
to the last, I drove down to the station in a Royal 
chariot, postilion and pair, and found myself safe at 
home by i p.m., after an absence of exactly one month. 
But for my darling mother, I should be very sorry to be 

" Sunday, June 23. — And thus abruptly and 
hurriedly I took leave of my dear old Journal, the 
faithful companion of fifteen months, spent amidst 
an immense variety of scenes and companions, some 
evanescent and hardly worth recording, others imprinted 
for ever on my mind. Yet my condition remains un- 
changed, my heart untouched, calm and fancy free. 
So be it, if such is the will of God, who links or severs 
the destinies of mortals here below. To do my duty in 
that state of life to which He has called me, to live 
up or at least to try by God's help to live up to the 
definition of religion which I gave the other day under 
the green birches, on the grey stones of a Scottish 
hillside, i.e. ' the love of God,' — such, amid many 
short-comings, is my fixed resolve. For the rest — ' Wie 
Gott will.' '' 


Balls and Weddings 


* 3 Arlington Street, Tuesday, June 25. — My last volume 
began in Passion Week ; this commences on the 
morning of a Drawing-Room day. However, it is 
likewise the return to ordinary life, after dear, dear 
Balmoral, where my heart still lingers among the 
mountains, while my head has not yet recovered from 
the whirl of the last week. Last night I went with 
General and Mrs. Gordon to dine with the Duke and 
Duchess of Argyll, and a very pleasant evening we had. 
Sir David and Lady Baird, Mr. Howard, and Sir Kenneth 
Mackenzie being the only additions to our five selves. 
The Duke, Mrs. Gordon, and I sat together, and were 
very jolly. I heard from dear Princess Helena. My 
heart is still on Lochnagar. The Drawing-Room was 
thin and uninteresting. Princess Helena and I very 
nearly laughed at each other, but just didn't, and 
made low curtsies instead. 

" June 29. — 1 dined with the Nugents and went 
on with them to the ball at Lady Louisa Pennant's — 
the plan brewed so long ago in the Ballochbuic Forest ! 
. . . But rest — rest- — rest ! that is what I want, after 
two months of constant society. Rest and time to 
think. . . . 

" Richmond Park, Sunday, July 9. — I have lived 
in such a whirl lately, and feel I do not think enough 
of the inner life. Dear little Sophy Melville sets me 
a capital example there, though I cannot quite agree 
with her that a pink gown is inconsistent with the 


1 86s] STOKE ROCHFORD 105 

' sobriety ' of dress recommended in the Bible. ... I 
wish for two things — a little more money, and a husband. 
But I often wonder whether, after all, I shall be called 
to a single life. It requires courage, but St. Paul 
tells us that it is the most blessed. I do not wish for 
it, but still I trust I may never be led, from fear of it, 
to make a marriage without affection. That must be 
lowering to the whole tone of the mind. But sufficient 
unto the day ! " 

The autumn was spent partly in Suffolk, where 
long rambles along the cliffs at Dunwich and quiet 
hours in the old home at Sotterley revived Louisa's 
spirits, and she thoroughly enjoyed her usual tour 
of visits and gaieties in the winter months. Belvoir 
Castle, Elyand Lincoln Cathedrals, Boston and Grantham 
were among the interesting places which she visited, 
while she greatly enjoyed ten days at Stoke Rochford 
in the company of her new friend Miss Edith Turnor. 
" For that dear, almost sacred, name sounds on my 
lips once more, and another Edith has come to bless 
my life." Miss Tumor's charm and intelligence had 
long attracted her, and the two girls now became fast 

" Tuesday, November 28. — To-day was very wet, but 
we had much pleasant talk with Mr. Turnor about 
politics and the study of mathematics, and with Edith 
about herself, etc. We agreed, for one thing, that nothing 
would induce either of us to marry a clergyman. These 
are my reasons. First, I should not like always to be tied 
down to one spot. Secondly, that as a body I do not 
like the clergy, and should dislike extremely to be 
obliged to live among them. I say this not from 
any disrespect to their office, but I think they are as 
a rule dogmatical, narrow-minded, and very disagree- 
able. — L. BowATER. * I most completely and entirely 
endorse the above, and have the greatest objection to 
the sight of a rook except on his perch — alias in the pul- 
pit. Of course there are some exceptions, but I think 
very few. — Edith Turnor.' 

" Wednesday, November 29. — A last pleasant talk with 

io6 BALLS AND WEDDINGS [chap, viii 

Edie. In the afternoon a ride with Mr. Turner, Edmund, 
and Edith to Woolsthorpe, to see the house where Sir 
Isaac Newton was born. It is a quaint little old manor- 
house, standing in the midst of the village, almost 
invisible from the main road. We entered through 
the kitchen, which is low, with heavy beams, as it may 
have been in his day, and stumbled up a dark little stair- 
case to the room where he was born. There is a quaint 
carved oak cupboard by the fireplace, and over the 
mantelpiece the date of his birth and a line from Pope : 

'God said, Let Newton be, and there was light.' 

The little study is even more interesting. One could 
fancy the silent, shy boy poring over his books there. 
Outside the house is covered with ivy, the little old 
stone mullions peeping out, and at the back there is 
a sundial carved by his own hand. Altogether, I am 
glad to have seen the place, though all feelings of 
pilgrimage to a shrine were dispelled in a breathless 
gallop against the strong south wind — the pony pulling 
with all his might. . . . x\nd so ends a very happy, 
enjoyable visit. I have grown to love Edie very 
dearly — the Sleeping Beauty, whom life and the world 
are slowly awakening. May the enchanted Prince 
soon come and touch the chord that will rouse her 
from the dreams of childhood and make of her the 
perfect woman ! " 

From Stoke Rochford Louisa went on to Arbury, 
where she spent a happy month with her relatives, 
talking politics, attending meetings, and going to 
dances and Christmas entertainments. At Stoke a 
year before she had enjoyed her first day's hunting — 
" been introduced," as she puts it, " to the noble sport 
of fox-hunting," which was afterwards to become one 
of her regular occupations in Northamptonshire. At 
Arbury she frequently rode to covert with Mr. Newde- 
gate, mounted on a fiery chestnut mare named Firefly, 
which she was proud of being able to manage. During 
this visit to Arbury, Princess Helena's marriage to 
Prince Christian of Schleswig-Holstein was announced 


in the papers, and Louisa received " a cliarming letter 
from the Princess, teUing me of the great happiness 
which was in store for her." Her excitement was still 
greater when, on her return home early in March, 
she heard of the engagement of her intimate friend 
and constant companion, Miss Bella Mainwaring. Miss 
Mainwaring lived at the Old Palace, Richmond, a 
fragment of Henry vii.'s famous Tudor house, and with 
herself and Lady Sophia Melville formed a circle of 
friends which Louisa was fond of calling the Trio. 

" March 28, 1866. — The spell is broken ! the Trio 
is to be dissolved, the triangle will be a triangle no 
longer. We had scarcely returned from church, when 
Bella drove up, escorted by a gentleman whom, on my 
running down to the gate, she introduced as General 
Milman. Suspecting nothing, I took her into the 
drawing-room, when she began excusing herself for not 
having written in so confused a way, that I at once 
exclaimed, ' You are not going to be married ? ' ' Yes,' 
she replied, ' to General Milman ' ; and the next instant 
she informed me that the wedding is to be in May, that 
I am to be her bridesmaid, and that in July she goes 
to Mauritius for five years. I did not know whether 
I stood on my head or heels ! However, in five minutes 
I was dressed and driving back to spend my afternoon 
with them at the Old Palace. He is twenty-four years 
older than she is, but very gentleman-like and pleasing, 
and desperately in love. She is very happy and very 
much in love. It has just given her the ballast she 
wanted, and I never saw her appear to greater advantage. 
Presently AthoU Forbes turned up, and we trotted 
round the garden, while the General indulged in the 
most lover-like raptures, and I felt extremely puzzled 
by the novelty of the situation. And me? I must 
not think of myself yet ! Indeed I cannot bear to 
think of the blank it will leave in my life. . . . Dear 
Bella has indeed been one of the stanchest and truest 
of my girlhood's friends. 

" April 3. — Sophy and Bella came to luncheon, the 
latter in a tearing state of excitement, but she soon 

io8 BALLS AND WEDDINGS [chap, viii 

left, and I had a long, long talk with Sophy, resulting 
in the melancholy conclusion that although we should 
be quite willing to marry our respective lovers, if they 
had j(^ 1 0,000 a 3^ear, we are not unhappy to feel that 
under present circumstances marriage is out of the 
question for either of us, and that consequently this 
cannot be the true sort of love. Perhaps that may yet 
come ! Anyhow, it is a blessing that Sophy is not going 
to be married ! If I must lose one, I'd sooner it was 

" May 8. — Dear Bella's wedding-day. I can hardly 
realise that it is all over and that Bella Mainwaring 
exists no more ! The day was cloudless, and by eleven 
we were all assembled at St. Matthias, the new church 
at Richmond. The eight bridesmaids— Sophy Melville, 
Alice Drummond, Annabel O'Grady, Helen Burton, 
Theo Dallas, two Miss Milmans, and m3^self — wore white 
muslin trimmed with blue sashes and Cluny lace, 
wreaths of white daisies and lovely bouquets of 
stephanotis, pink geraniums, and fern. Bella looked 
extremely handsome in her white satin and veil, and 
behaved so exactly like the ordinar}^, everyday Bella, 
walking about showing her presents and introducing 
people, that you could hardly believe she was the 
bride. One o'clock brought the breakfast, with shoals 
of men, and I was soon floated off on a tide of fun and 
chaff. After going to feed, I was sitting under the 
portico, engaged in a lively discussion with Mr. Bowles 
(an * Owl ') and two or three other men on the respective 
merits of music and poetry, when suddenly they melted 

away and left me alone with Captain C , who, 

to my utter amazement, took the opportunity of pro- 
posing. I was never so much astonished in all my 
life ! For though other men and girls have often 
chaffed me about him, I never thought for a moment 
he was in earnest, and even now I can't believe it. 
The form was much as usual. I answered him quite 
firmly, but was not the least discomposed, and we were 
mterrupted by the departure of the happy pair, which 
was an orthodox scene. Then came croquet and 

1 866] THE REFORM BILL 109 

dancing, when he renewed the subject, and I flatter 

myself that I closed it for ever. No ! Captain C 

does not care — nobody ever will care — for me half as 
much as Captain B ! " 

Meanwhile, political events were absorbing a large 
share of Louisa's thoughts. Every day she read the 
parliamentary debates on the Reform Bill and filled 
her Journal with comments on the speeches delivered 
from both sides of the House. 

" April ly. — The Reform debate continues. Sir 
Hugh Cairns 's speech was very striking, that of Sir 
Edward Bulwer Lytton one of the best I have yet 
read. I am, I own, hugely interested in this matter, 
I don't like the Bill at all, for I object strongly to the 
indiscriminate lowering of the franchise, without any 
safeguard against the effect of a more wholesale transfer 
of power than was effected by the Reform Bill of '32. 
And it seems to bar the way to the kind of fanc}^ 
franchise which alone can admit the Mwrepresented 
classes without swamping those already represented. 
As to Mr. Gladstone, nothing can well be more mis- 
chievous than his conduct and speeches at Liverpool, 
But the way out of the mess is not at all clear. What 
I hope is that the Bill will pass the second reading and 
be shelved in Committee. Yet I should be very sorry 
to see Reform shelved altogether. And what is painful 
to me, no party seems to be acting honestly unless it 
be the Rads, who say openly that they regard this 
only as a stepping-stone to more. What will be the 
end of it ? 

" April 30. — I have not recorded Mr. Lowe's speech, 
one of the finest in the debate. He describes the 
franchise most justly as the means to an end and not 
an end in itself, that end being good government. Mr. 
Disraeli's speech is a very clever one, but I think his 
strongest point is where he demonstrates the effect 
of including the large populations which have grown 
up without the present borough boundaries in the 
county constituencies. C. N. N. is never tired of in- 
sisting on the present anomalies of county constituencies, 

no BALLS AND WEDDINGS [chap, viii 

which certainly seem to require attention. I am 
astounded to hear that the clubs described in the two 
last Owls'^ really exist. Lady Burrell {nee Pechell) 
is a ' Jolly Dog,' with her attendant cur (Mr. Harvey 
Pechell), ' Fred Scuffleton ' is Freddy Villiers, and 
'Augustus Cotillon ' Augustus Lumley. I am falling 
into the Walpole-Berry style, though with small hope 
of emulating either. That last sentence was evidently 
written for a posthumous public. After the Duke of 
Argyll's suggestion last year, who knows what may 
be the fate of these pages ? 

" 3 Arlington Street, May 5. — I was wholly stunned 
* by an invitation from dear Princess Helena to Balmoral. 
It will be charming to see her comfortably before her 
marriage, and to be at dear Balmoral again, although 
I am sorry to lose the season. We attended the Queen's 
Court at Buckingham Palace, for which tickets were 
issued by the Lord Chamberlain, the number limited 
to two hundred and fifty. It proved much like an 
agreeable evening party, with plenty of room to move 
about. The rooms are handsome. We passed through 
three saloons and crossed the gallery into the Green 
Room or Throne Room, the ballroom of my young 
days. Her Majesty was very gracious. She spoke to 
Mamma and shook hands with me, as did all Royal- 
ties, i.e. Princess Helena, the Prince of Wales, Princes 
Alfred and Arthur, and the Duke of Cambridge. Pour 
le reste, we saw nobody particular, but spoke to Lord 
and Lady Exeter, General Grey and Sybil, the Ladies 
Cornwallis, and dear Mrs. Gordon. I am wretched to 
hear she is not going to Balmoral. People were well 
dressed ; still there was nothing ver}'^ remarkable about 
them, excepting the diminution of crinoline, after its 
eleven years' reign — since the visit of the Empress of | 
the French in 1855. 

" May 10. — In the evening I went with Mrs. Newde- 
gate and Harry Boucherett to Her Majesty's to see Tke\ 
Huguenots. It is certainly a fine opera, and Titiens and 
Rokitansky both sang gloriously, the latter beating thej 

1 A newspaper ol the day. 


new tenor Mongini into little bits. Charley was to 
have filled the fourth place in our box, but of course 
could not get away from the House, and I was glad to 
have no other man, and could not have flirted in any 
comfort, as we were exactly opposite the Royal box, 
in which were the Prince and Princess of Wales, with 
Mrs. Hardinge and Major Teesdale. In the next box 
was the Duchess of Manchester and Lady Westmore- 
land, and beyond that Lady Hastings, Lady Constance 
Grosvenor, Lady Dunmore, the Duke of .Sutherland, 
Lord and Lady Royston. They all paid each other 
visits in turn, and it was very amusing to watch them — 
as good, in fact, as a second opera ! The Princess looked ' 
far the prettiest of all. Poor Lady Hastings had such a 
sad, unhappy look on her face, it quite haunts me ! 

" May II. — There is, we are told, the greatest fear 
of a commercial panic in the city, and if one house goes 
there will be a tremendous smash. Last night I heard 
that one of our biggest tea merchants had crashed. 
From Vienna jewels are being sent over in shoals. Lord 
Dunmore was offered a magnificent parure for £4000 by 
a Bloomsbury diamond merchant, and when he refused, 
received a telegram from Vienna to say he could have it 
half-price. To-day we hear that Overend & Gurney 
have failed for 7(^13,000,000, and there is a rumour that 
the London Joint Stock Bank has stopped payment. 
All these things make me very glad that Mamma's 
fortune is not paid off. 

" It was too wet to ride, so I went with Lady Leven 
and Sophy to the Royal Academy, but the crowd was 
intolerable and the pictures for the most part abomin- 
able. We had scores of visitors all the afternoon, and 
went to tea with Mrs. Hibbert in Rogers' old house in 
St. James's Place. His library is still quite untouched, 
and there is a charming view over the Park. Harry and 
I dined in Hill Street with his great friends, Mr. and 
Mrs. Hugo Meynell,^ whom I have long wished to know, 
and spent a delightful evening. After that we went 

^ Hugo Meynell-Ingram of Hoar Cross, Temple Newsam, married 1863 
Hon. Emily Wood, daughter of Lord Halifax, and died 1871. 

112 BALLS AND WEDDINGS [chap, viii 

to see The Rivals at St. James's Theatre. I can't help 
laughing when I think of my sage reflections on that 
play when I saw it at Richmond eight years ago. Now 
I certainly do not see any harm in it, and I fully ap- 
preciate the wit and humour wherewith it abounds. 
I am glad to hear from Princess Helena that she and 
the Princess of Wales greatly admired my gown at the 

" May 14. — After a quiet Sunda}^ with Mamma, I 
came up to town and was astounded and rejoiced to see 
in the Times that the Queen has given up Balmoral and 
is to go to Cliveden instead. In Arlington Street I 
found a letter from Princess Helena to say I am to go 
there. In the evening, after hearing that the Redis- 
tribution Bill had passed the second reading, I went to 
Lady Farquhar's ball, which was a capital one, just 
the elite of our own set, and I knew every third person 
in the room, and danced with Ronald Melville, Mr. Fane, 
Willy Gurdon,Sir Charles Mordaunt, Robert Drummond, 
Arthur Monck,and Matt Ridley, with whom I have set up 
a pleasant cousinly flirtation. He is rather handsome 
and exceedingly clever, but I foresee that on closer 
acquaintance we should quarrel. Our mutual conceit 
would clash, and then he has the extremely decided 
opinions of a very young, clever man, who has lived in 
an intellectual set at Oxford and has not yet mixed 
enough with the world to learn to say, ' I don't know — 
I am not sure.' But I do enjoy discussing books with 
him — Swinburne's Atalanta, Ruskin, etc. Captain 

C was there, but happily only bowed to me in the 



Windsor and Cliveden 


*' Windsor Castle, May 19. — Princess Helena welcomed 
me on my arrival, and took me out for a long drive all 
round Virginia Water and the Rhododendron Walk — 
too beautiful it is in the first glory of spring. She 
entered at once upon the subject of her marriage, and 
talked in the simplest and most natural way of her 
affection for Prince Christian. Both the Queen and 
the Crown Princess are devoted to him, and even the 
Prince of Wales, who from political reasons naturally 
at first disliked the idea of the marriage, says Prince 
Christian is so good and excellent he cannot possibly 
object to his union with his sister. vSo I can only re- 
joice in her happiness. Thank God ! Our diniier-party 
consisted of Mrs. Bruce, Miss Macdonald, Lord Charles 
Fitzroy, Lord Caithness, Colonel Liddell, General Grey, 
Sir John Cowell, and Dr. Jenner. I sat between the 
General and Lord Charles, and was very happy. In the 
evening we were joined by the Duchess of Atholl, the 
French Ambassador, and M. le Prince de la Tour d'Au- 
vergne. Sir Thomas Biddulph, and Lord Clarendon, who 
was most entertaining, and delighted me by saying that 
the Danes were wrong in the first place, to say nothing 
of their folly at the time of the Conference in London, 
when they might have obtained much better terms if 
their demands had been more reasonable. Lady Claren- 
don is here too, very handsome and attractive. The 

French Ambassador is very dark and very fat, much 



younger than I expected, and a thorough gentleman, 
which is more than can be said of most Ambassadors 
during the present regime in France. Princess Mary's 
marriage is to take place on the i ith of June. Everyone 
says she will be the Queen of English society and means 
to reform its tone. But people are afraid there may be 
some difficulty as to her money ; it is feared that in the 
present excited state of politics the Government may 
be attacked even on that subject. 

" JVhit-Siinday, May 20. — We went to services at 
ten and twelve, in the private chapel, and I spent the 
afternoon walking on the Slopes with Princess Louise 
and talking to dear Princess Helena. I have the most 
charming little bedroom and sitting-room with a piano 
in it, up in the Lancaster Tower, looking over the 
Long Walk, and am very snug there all by myself, 
reading, writing, and playing ! I dined with the Queen, 
who was most kind ; but it is a very stately business, 
and only the Duchess was there besides. She lunches 
and dines in the Octagon Room. We breakfast 
there, and lunch and dine in a room on the other side, 
but we are a very small party. 

" May 21. — I sat with Princess Helena, who is very 
busy and much worried by the warlike reports which 
Lady Caroline Harrington brings from Berlin, where she 
has been sent to look after the Crown Princess. At five 
I drove with her and the Queen by Frogmore and the 
Mausoleum to Virginia Water, where we mounted our 
ponies and spent an hour or more, very pleasantly, 
riding about in the beautiful woods, where it was 
sheltered from the east wind. 

" May 22. — Rather a dull day, as Princess Helena 
went up to town, to have luncheon at Marlborough House 
and go to the Flower Show with her brothers. But I saw 
dear little Prince Leo in Mile Nordic's rooms, where we 
have planned a daily meeting after luncheon ! He 
looked very well, in spite of his lameness, and played 
very nicely on his flute. I dined with the Queen ; Prince 
Alfred, who is to be called ' Duke of Edinburgh ' after 
Thursday, was added to our party and made it much, 

1 866] AT WINDSOR 115 

more lively. He is certainly very good-looking, and 
has beautiful large blue eyes, like Princess Mary. I 
am afraid the Queen is ver}'' unhappy about foreign 
affairs. To-day's news is very warlike, and there seems 
considerable fear of a revolution in Berlin. The 
Royalties were much crowded at the Flower Show, the 
great attraction being the Prince of Teck, who seems 
to have excited universal admiration among the ladies. 
Colonel Home Purvis told Mrs. Bruce that the more he 
saw of him, the better he liked him. But poor Princess 
Mary appeared at the Flower Show with very red eyes, 
and had been crying, we hear, because she is told that 
if war breaks out her bridegroom will have to fight- — 
which does seem too bad ! 

" May 23. — I spent the morning walking round 
Frogmore with Princess Louise. The sun was warm 
and everything in blossom, and to me the place seemed 
quite delicious. Only think of Prince Louis being 
obliged to join the Austrian Army, while the Crown 
Prince takes the command in Silesia. Here every- 
one is much annoyed at the Duke of Saxe-Coburg 
having asked for a Prussian command, and placed 
his army at the King's disposal. I think I had 
rather give up a bit of a kingdom like that than 
sacrifice the position of head of the Liberal party in 
Germany ! I sat with Princess Helena while Mr. 
Thorney croft worked at her bust, which is getting 
more like her, although 1 am not sure that it is 
altogether good. That done. General Grey came to 
luncheon. He is a host in himself, and was most 
amusing, repeating lines from Burns which are very 
appropriate at the present time : 

- And a' ye bonny blossoms, 
God mak' ye a' as gude as braw, 
And send ye lads in plenty ! 
And oh ! ye British public, know 
That kings are unco' scanty. 
And German princes tho' they're sma' 
They're better just nor wanty ! ' 

The Drawing-room which most of the party went up 


to attend, was a fertile topic of discussion. Everyone 
was eloquent on the subject of Lady Dudley's beauty 
and wonderful pearls, and people waited to see her pass 
after she came out of the throne-room. 

" May 24. — The Queen's birthday ! The bells rang 
and a salute was fired in the Long Walk. The Prince 
and Princess of Wales and Prince Alfred came down to 
luncheon. There was a grand disturbance, because 
nobody knew when they were to arrive, and conse- 
quently no one was there to receive them but Lord 
Charles, and that quite accidentally. We had Lady 
Macclesfield at luncheon, and I have quite lost my 
heart to her, and remember having always heard 
Mamma say how charming the Grosvenors were. Miss 
Macdonald and I walked down into the town, and 
met Prince Edward and Eliza Alexander, who are here 
with the regiment for three months. We went on to 
Frogmore, the only sheltered place, but it must be very 
hot in summer and damp in winter. There is a pretty 
drawing-room, beautifully fitted up in white and gold 
and grey by the Prince and Princess of Whales, but most 
of the rooms are small and open into a corridor, which 
makes them dark. Still, it is a very pretty place. After 
dinner, the Queen sent for the ' three ladies ' (the 
Duchess always dines with her) into the corridor, and 
was very gracious, shaking hands with Miss Macdonald 
and myself, and kissing Mrs. Bruce. Prince Edward 
also dined with her, and joined us in the evening, looking 
very big. He took a hand at whist, so I sat out and 
watched the General play — a good lesson for me. 

''May 25. — Dearest Princess Helena's birthday! 
May God indeed send her the choicest blessings, and 
cause the bright promise of her present life to ripen 
unblighted by time. It was celebrated by a tea to the 
servants' children, held in the Conservatory. Never was 
there such a successful fete ! We all assembled there 
at five, and the Queen actually walked through, and 
then dancing began, and for the first time she looked 
on — an immense step gained. We all joined in it. I 
thoroughly enjoyed a good country dance, and so I am 

1866] AT CLIVEDEN 117 

sure did we all. Princess Helena danced with Lohlein the 
Prince Consort's valet, Princess Louise with Mr. Stirling, 
Princess Beatrice with Major Elphinstone, Prince Arthur 
with one of the dressers, and Miss Macdonald and I 
each with a page. It was the greatest possible fun, and 
the Queen remained on a dais at the end, looking on with 
real amusement, till twenty minutes to eight. ' God save 
the Queen ' was played, and they all cheered her when 
she went away, and she looked so much pleased, while I 
had the advantage of seeing a good deal of my dear 
little Prince. The Duchess and I dined with her in 
the evening. All the children were there, as it was a 
birthday, and dear little Princess Beatrice (who is in 
great force, in spite of the whooping-cough) proposed 
' dear Na's health ' (her name for Princess Helena) ' and 
many happy returns of the day, as it is her last birthday 
at home,' a sentiment which was received with shrieks 
of laughter, resulting in asimultaneousburstof whooping- 
cough from Princess Louise, Prince Arthur, and Prince 
Leopold. It was a horrid shame, but it was impossible 
to help laughing ! I never was at such a merry dinner 
in the Oak Room, and the Queen was most gracious, 
and came and talked to me for some time after dinner. 
" May 26. — This morning Princess Helena gave me 
a dear little thermometer in an ormolu horseshoe, ' in 
order,' she said, ' that Lady Bowater may not be afraid 
of your keeping your rooms too hot.' But I don't think 
that is one of Mamma's bugbears. At 3.30 we started 
for Cliveden, in three carriages — the Queen, Princess 
Helena, and the Duchess in the first, attended by Lord 
Charles on horseback; Princess Beatrice, Prince Leopold, 
and the two governesses in the second ; and Princess 
Louise, Miss Macdonald, and myself in the third. The 
drive was pretty enough, but when we reached Cliveden 
our exclamations of delight were unbounded, and we 
rushed about like wild things. Anything more beautiful 
than this place it would be hard to find ! The house 
stands on the top of a high ridge, and from my window I 
look down on a smooth terraced lawn, gay with rose cam- 
pions and blue forget-me-nots, and on the hanging woods 


of Cliveden and Taplovv, with the river winding below 
through the meadows like a silver ribbon. Very soon 
after our arrival, we all — the Duchess, Miss Macdonald, 
General Grey, Lord Charles, and myself — ran down to 
the river and, seizing on a boat, had a most delicious row, 
exploring some of the many little creeks, which with 
their bulrushes and flags and the shadows and reflec- 
tions in the water would send an artist into raptures. 
The place formerly belonged to Sir George Warrender, 
from whom the Duchess of Sutherland bought it, and 
soon afterwards the house was burnt down. The present 
building was only begun in 1851, and is a large Italian 
villa, beautifully fitted up and full of beautiful things. 
It is much more cheery than Windsor and much easier 
to get out of, and in this weather it is too delightful to 
escape from these great state rooms, without a single 
book or newspaper to look at. Here every room is full 
of books, and our dining-room opens into a conservatory, 
which is a blaze of pink and white azaleas. The grounds 
are quite beautiful, and remind me very much of Drop- 


< ( 

Sunday, May 27. — W^e had a delightful walk through 
the Cliveden and Hedsor grounds to a dear little village 
church, and had a nice service and good sermon on the 
text, ' He that hath My commandments and keepeth 
them,' etc. All the Royalties, as General Grey naughtily 
expresses it, ' were pagans ' to-day, and for some un- 
known reason did not go to church. In the afternoon 
I drove with the Queen and Princess Helena, all through 
the grounds at Dropmore, which are gay with azaleas 
and rhododendrons in blossom, to Burnham Beeches, 
which is just a bit of forest with a few picturesque old 
beeches scattered about. We came back through 
BeaconsfieW, altogether a charming drive, and the 
Queen was very lively and talked more than usual." 

The next week was spent in pleasant drives in the 
beautiful Thames valley, in the company of her beloved 
Princesses, in boating expeditions and long walks 
in the woods, then in the glory of the spring-time. 
The weather was radiant, and Louisa enjoyed herself 


thoroughly. The last Sunday was marked by the 
presence of Charles Kingsley, which is duly recorded 
in her Journal. 

" Sunday, June 3. — Mr. Kingsley read the service 
to-day in the Queen's dining-room. It was very short 
— only the Litany and Communion Service, with a 
short sermon on the text, * Say not thou. What is the 
cause that the former days were better than these ? 
for thou dost not inquire wisely concerning this.* The 
burden of the song was that this nineteenth century, 
with all its imperfections, is better than all that ever 
went before it, and that we should make a great mistake 
if we tried to exchange. The language was good, and 
the sermon very different from those one generally 
hears, but I don't think it was heart-searching, or 
likely to do one much practical good. H.R.H. the 
Duke of Edinburgh rode over to luncheon, so we had 
Mr. Eliot Yorke to amuse us, and I frittered away the 
afternoon between him and the Princesses. We had 
meant to walk to Hedsor Church — V.V., as General 
Grey puts it : G.V. we call it sometimes, for he never 
will do anything but just what he pleases. The other 
day he went to Windsor, and instead of coming back 
to dinner, sta3''ed to dine with his own people and did 
not return till past eleven, and there were the Queen 
and Princess Helena sitting up for him with a pile of 
dispatch-boxes, which arrived by messenger from the 
Foreign Office just after dinner. I fear the news is 
very bad again, and it is really too much for my small 
mind to have the war and Reform Bill to look after at 
once. It shows, however, that reading the Times is 
as good as being at headquarters, for the first leading 
article in yesterday's paper contained precisely the 
same news as reached the Queen at 9.30 on the previous 
evening. Mr. Kingsley dined with the Queen and 
joined us later, and made himself very pleasant during 
the short time that he remained. He told us all to 
read Madame TMrhse^ which he calls ' a perfect idyll.' 

" June 4. — The last day at Cliveden ! I went out 

* A French story by Erckmann-Chatrian. 


directly after breakfast with Princess Louise — dear 
little thing, I have seen a great deal of her this time 
and we are capital friends. But the Queen overtook us, 
and picked us up to go and perform a grand ceremony 
of planting an oak in one of the more retired avenues. 
Never, I should think, were those quiet glades so gay, 
for Princess Beatrice and Miss Bauer followed in an 
open phaeton-and-pair, and Prince Leopold and Mr. 
Stirling in the pony-carriage. To me the Queen was 
most gracious, as she has been all through this visit ; 
but all the same I was not sorry when it was over, and 
we all dispersed. Princess Louise and I took a charming 
drive through Hedsor Park, and after luncheon I sat 
first with Princess Helena and then with Princess 
Louise till 4 p.m., when we had agreed to have another 
game of croquet with dear Prince Leo. Our pleasure, 
however, was sadly spoilt by the dear boy having an 
attack of faintness which alarmed us all. Happily he 
recovered quickly, and the Queen, who was going out 
driving, did not know of it till her return. I dined with 
her, and was afraid that she might blame us for plajdng 
croquet on so hot a day ; but she was kind and gracious 
as ever, and took leave of me in the kindest way. At 
night I had a long talk with the dear Duchess, of whom I 
have seen a great deal this time, and who is always 
most kind to me. 

" June 5. — I took leave of the Princesses before 
breakfast, and started directly afterwards for Windsor, 
and was home with the dear mother by luncheon-time. 
I talked and slept all day, and in the evening drove up 
for the Palace ball, which was about as amusing as 
usual. I saw shoals of people, danced every dance, and 
met Edith Turnor, Mrs. Gordon, etc. Princess Mary 
asked us to come and see her presents at St. James's 
Palace, which we did the next day. There was a large, 
pleasant assembly, and lovel}- cadeaux, especially a 
necklace of crystal flies given by the Duke of Edinburgh. 
Her Royal Highness was exceedingly kind and civil, 
but I was dead tired, and refused to do anything else 
but go home to Arlington Street." 


Politics and Society 

1 866-1 867 

During the next two years Louisa Bowater's life was, 
as, looking back on this period in her Journal, she 
pronounces, comparatively uneventful. She rode and 
danced, read and wrote, and enjoyed dinners and balls 
as much as ever. Her friends were more numerous 
than ever, fresh suitors presented themselves constantly 
and were freely discussed in the pages of her Journal. 
But none of these made any lasting impression on her 
heart. On the whole, the man who exercised the 
greatest influence on her at this time was her cousin, 
Charles Newdegate. Much of her time, as before, was 
spent in Arlington Street or at Harefield or Arbury, 
and her growing interest in politics was largely due to 
his society, while her regard for him and her affection 
for his mother deepened each day that she spent in their 
company. A few extracts must suffice as specimens 
of the many interesting events recorded by her busy 

" 3 Arlington Street, June 7. — Mrs. Newdegate and I 
went to the House and heard some rather dull speeches 
on the County Franchise, from Mr. Liddell,Mr. Adderley, 
Mr. Stanhope, and Sir GeorgeGrey. Mr. Walpole's amend- 
ment, proposing £20 as the franchise qualification in- 
stead of £14., was lost by 13, the Opposition having 
weakened themselves by a motion brought on earlier 
in the evening by Lord Stanley without any notice, to 
take the Redistribution Bill before the Franchise Bill. 
The Whigs, meanwhile, affect a virtuous indignation ; 


and so they fight and squabble, and the true interests 
of the country are neglected. Ugh ! I am sick of the 
whole thing ! 

" Harefield Place, Sunday, June lo, 2 a.m. — I don't 
feel the least inclined to go to bed, and shall amuse 
myself b}'^ writing an account of our evening at Lady 
Emily Peel's. Lady Waldegrave had a rival party, so 
the members of the present and of the ci-devant Govern- 
ment were not very civil to each other. We went very 
early to Whitehall Gardens, followed Lady Ely upstairs, 
and found a large dinner-party. The Duke of Cambridge 
was standing near the door talking to Lord Dudley, 
whose pretty bride sat on the sofa behind in white satin 
and lovely diamonds. In the middle of the room the 
Bishop of Oxford and Lord Derby were deep in con- 
versation, and were shortly joined by Lord Chelmsford 
and vSir Robert himself, who went about bowing and 
smirking ; he may be excellent, but he has very bad 
manners. Smaller fry followed — though 'Jacob 
Omnium'^ scarcely comes under that denomination. 
Then, in quick succession, came the Clarendons, Lady 
De Grey, Lady Churchill, Lady Burrell, Lord and Lady 
Queensberry, Sir Francis and Miss Grant, Adderleys, 
Henniker, and Boscawens — in short, it was a very fine, 
very Tory party. In the cloakroom we met Mr. Norton, 
at whom I stared with great interest, and Lord 
Houghton, to whom I was introduced. Meantime 
Charley had been dining with the Newspaper Press 
Fund. Lord Granville was in the chair, and annoyed 
Charley by describing him as a great Conservative, in 
opposition to himself as a Liberal. It is very amusing to 
live even on the outskirts of ' the circles of power.' Oh ! 
how ambitious I should be if I was one of them ! I was 
very sorry to leave town, but it is delicious here. Now 
to bed and to put by such thoughts for Sunday. The 
nightingales will sing me to sleep. 

" 3 Arlington Street, June 12. — We went to Lady 
Dartmouth's ball, a great crush at first, but afterwards 
there never was such fun. Almost every man I knew in 

' Matthew James Higgius. 


London was there, and I did not think it was left in me 
to enjoy a ball so much. I talked politics as usual with 
Sir Charles Mordaunt. His tone is very different to 
what it was at Lady Farquhar's a month ago, when, 
according to him, the Tories did not choose to take office. 
Now he thinks the party is going to smash, and he 
says that neither he nor C. N. N. have a chance of 
winning their elections with the £14 franchise. 

" June 19. — We were astounded by the news of the 
Government's defeat by 11, in consequence of which 
they have decided to resign. The question was such a 
comparatively trifling one, whether the borough qualifi- 
cation should be stated according to the rental or the 
rates. The Queen is at Balmoral, and the whole affair 
is very inconvenient. She ought not to have gone. 
I had a long letter from Princess Helena, who is much 
worried about the war and the illness of the Crown 
Princess's youngest boy. 

" June 20. — The Prussians have overrun almost all 
Northern German}^ without opposition. We live in 
wonderfully exciting times. 

" June 26. — We drove into the city to leave cards 
at the Mansion House, and found the Lady Mayoress 

* receiving,' a rare chance for me, and admired the fine 
but rather dark rooms, fitted up with old-fashioned 
magnificence. Charley came up and reported that the 
ministers were out. Gladstone made a very temperate 
speech, while Lord Russell and Lord Derby pitched 
into each other upstairs. To-night at Mrs. Packe's ball 
I danced with Mr. Gladstone's secretary, Willy Gurdon, 
who seems glad his chief has resigned, and says they will 
come in all the stronger in six months. But, on the 
whole, nobody seems to care much. 

" June 27. — We dined with Mr. and Lady Harriet 
Ramsden in Portman Square, where a Mr. Pennington 
took me in, but I got into talk with my other neighbour, 
who said almost directly, ^ ' Is that Mr. Newdegate ? ' 

* Yes.' ' Oh, I'm so glad ! I have long wanted to know 
him. I must have a discussion with him after dinner.* 
' What about ? ' I asked, premising that Charley 


was my cousin and guardian. ' I want to know why 
he so persistently attacks the Roman Cathohcs.' * Are 
you one ? ' * Yes ; I belong to one of the oldest Roman 
Catholic families in England.' ' Ah ! ' I said, ' he 
likes them a great deal better than he does the recent 
perverts.' ' Well, he has a strong collaborateur in Mr. 
Whalley.' ' Mr. Whalley,' I retorted, ' is no friend 
of his.' Then on to a thousand other subjects, 
scampering over the ground, ejfleurant everything — 
French society, German novels and metaphysics, Schiller 
and Goethe — and I was not surprised to find that he had 
been brought up in Paris and taken his degree there. 
Ere long we exchanged names : mine conveyed nothing 
to him, but his — -Jerningham — took us at once into 
Norfolk. Then I bade him attend to his other neigh- 
bour, and we agreed to meet at Mrs. Paynter's ball. 
After dinner he got his talk with Charley, and later 
in the evening I sat out with him at the ball for twent}'' 
minutes, fighting the Roman Catholic subject. He 
tried in vain to persuade me that * the end justifies the 
means ' was an exploded doctrine, but had me more in 
a corner touching convents, of which I know too little 
to speak. He said he did not like them himself, but 
complained that Charley was hard and bitter, although 
every one allows him to be honest. I told him that there 
must be war between us, as the Roman Catholics were 
so aggressive, and that the British public was asleep 
and wanted rousing, and that the Jesuits' view of 
implicit obedience rendered them not responsible 
and therefore doubly dangerous. Of course the end 
of the talk left us just where we were, but it was 
intensely interesting, and altogether a curious adven- 
ture .^ 

" July 4. — I sat at home all the morning reading 

^ Sir Hubert Jerningham, born 1842 ; entered the Diplomatic Service, 
1866 ; served in Paris, Vienna, and as agent at Belgrade, 1878 ; Governor of 
Mauritius and Trinidad, 1 887-1 889 ; died in London, April 3, 1914. Sir 
Hubert was the author of Life in a French Chdteau, and of several other 
books, and was considered, with Lord Chief Justice Cockbum and Lord 
Granville, to be one of the three finest French scholars of the day in this 


George Eliot's (Miss Evans) new novel Felix Holt, the 
Radical. Wonderfully clever it is, reminding me of the 
best Dutch pictures. Her studies of middle and upper- 
lower class life are admirable. Charley knew her well, 
and says that all her life she has been mortified by 
her want of beauty. This, I suppose, explains why 
many characters in her books — Hetty, Esther, etc. — 
are lovely but not always wise. I had a long argument 
with him to-day on the Schleswig-Holstein question. 
All turns upon this : Did the Duke of Augustenburg 
sell his rights to the Duchy to Prussia, or not ? The 
best informed people say that he did not. Meantime, 
Charley wishes success to the Prussians, and his wish 
is gratified, as we have just heard of their great victory. 
After tea we had a long chat about his political position. 
It fills me with profound admiration when I realise 
how his whole life has been one long sacrifice to duty. 
His life all work, mine all play — what a contrast ! And 
yet I can't help it. But I wish I could find a principle 
to guide one in judging of the doctrine of nationalities. 
One is very anxious that Venice should belong to Italy, 
Schleswig-Holstein to German}^, and then why should 
not Ireland be free ? I mean logically. It is hard to 
draw the line between a just resistance to oppression, 
and rebellion. 

" Thursday , July 5. Marriage of Princess Helena. — 
I was up betimes and got into my wedding clothes at 
once, and was off by 10.30 to Paddington Station, 
where Lord Alfred Paget handed me out of the carriage, 
and I found myself in Lady Augusta Stanley's charge. 
The station was gay with uniforms and ladies in full 
evening dress, but we soon found seats in a compartment 
of the special train, with Mr. Disraeli and Lord Eversley 
in the next. They were busy discussing the Austrian 
reverse, but we could not hear much of what they said. 
The streets of Windsor were gaily decorated as we 
drove up to the Grand Entrance and marched through 
St. George's Hall to the top of the equerries' staircase, 
where Miss Maude and I were separated from our 
chaperons and shown into the White Drawing-room. 


Here we found a number of invited guests, including 
the mothers of the bridesmaids and others, who were 
not to take part in the processions. The Duke of 
Argyll and I had a great greeting. He was full of 
the war news. The Austrian army, it seems, was com- 
pletely routed at Koniggratz, and there is now nothing 
between the Prussians and Vienna. 'Tis but a few 
weeks since people were saying there was nothing 
between the Austrians and Berlin. And all this 
Benedek has thrown away. Ere long we were sum- 
moned to the Chapel, where I found myself in a line 
with Miss Seymour, Miss Maude, Miss Wood, and Sybil 
Grey. Opposite us were seated the whole of the ex- 
Ministry, who do not give up their seats till to-morrow. 
Lord Derby, General Peel, and Mr. Disraeli were the 
only representatives of the new Cabinet, the latter 
sitting next but one to Mr. Gladstone. It was a 
curious study of faces, and very suggestive was the 
fact that Baron Brunnow and Count Bernstorff never 
ceased talking. Poor Count Apponyi, the Austrian 
Ambassador, sent an excuse. And now a flourish of 
trumpets and a grand march announced the approach 
of the first procession, that of the Royal Family, 
headed by the Maharajah, in gorgeous Indian array. 
He was followed by the Princess of Leiningen, the 
Duchess of Cambridge, Princess Louise, and Prince 
Leopold, able to walk, I was glad to see ; Prince Arthur 
and Princess Beatrice, the Duke of Edinburg-h and 
the Princess of Wales, and the King and Queen of the 
Belgians — an Austrian archduchess, who must have 
felt very heavy-hearted. Another pause and a burst of 
martial strains heralded the bridegroom's approach. 
I looked anxiously at the Prince to whom my darling's 
destinies are to be committed, and when he rose from 
his knees he stood exactly facing us. It is a fine 
manly presence and an open face, younger and better- 
looking than his photos lead one to expect. He turned 
many eager glances towards the door, and soon the bride 
advanced slowly, with flushed cheeks and eyes bent 
on the ground, looking very handsome. The Queen 


and Prince of Wales supported her, and her train was 
borne by eight bridesmaids : Lady CaroHne Gordon 
Lennox, Lady Margaret Scott, Lady Albertha Hamilton, 
Lady Laura Phipps, Lady Alexandrina Murray, Lady 
Ernestine Edgcumbe, Lady Muriel Campbell, and Lady 
Mary FitzWilliam. I listened with beating heart to the 
solemn words of the service. Both ' I wills ' rang out 
clear and distinct, the Queen gave her daughter away, 
and all was completed. It gave me pleasure to see the 
Prince kneeling with one arm on his mother's chair, and 
to see the hearty embraces between the bride and her 
mother and brother. Then the procession wheeled and 
passed out, and we found ourselves back in the drawing- 
room, where Major Elphinstone came and talked freely 
to me in the crowd. Presently we were told to go in to 
see the Queen, who was in the next room. I wanted to 
wait for Lady Mary Hood, but General Grey pushed us 
on, so I took heart of grace and followed Miss Maude 
to the door. People were shy, and ranged themselves 
on each side, instead of going up to the Queen, 
who stood in the middle of the floor evidently in a 
state of despair. Suddenly she caught my eye and 
beckoned me forward, so I went, made two curtsies, 
shook hands with her, and got a cordial grasp from 
Princess Helena, with a ' Thanks very much,' in reply 
to my whispered greeting, and found myself alongside of 
Lady Augusta, nearly tumbling over Prince Christian 
en route. But I never was more frightened in my life. 
The Royalties soon retired, and I had a bow from 
Prince Alfred and Prince Arthur, and took a good look 
at the King of the Belgians, who is much changed from 
the fair stooping youth I remember as Due de Brabant. 
The Queen is plain and not graceful. Now came a 
move for luncheon, and to my great surprise and 
delight General Peel took me in. Didn't I feel cock-a- 
hoop ! I am not sure that the scene in the Waterloo 
Chamber was not the prettiest of all — plenty of space, 
a buffet round three sides of the room, and the sun 
streaming down on gay uniforms and dresses. I saw 
no end of friends, including Mr. Stirling, who came 


and talked to me of Prince Leo, and then went back 
to town with Lady Augusta and the Dean." 

The autumn was once more spent in a round of 
visits, ending with a month at Sotterley and Christmas 
at Arbury, where Louisa enjoyed meeting her old 
friend Miss Tina Montgomerie, the companion of many 
happy days spent under the same roof. 

" Arbury, December 14. — Once more the anniversary 
of that sad day comes round, and even in the midst 
of gaiety one's thoughts turn to the Sunny South and 
that slowly darkening room. None the less I am 
happy, happier than I ever thought I could have 
been. Dear Papa would have been glad of this. We 
went a huge party to Gopsall ball, which was very 
lively, although not so smart as last year. It is curious 
the revolution that is taking place in dress and how 
we are going back to Empire fashions. Lady Mary 
Hervey was the handsomest girl in the room. 

" December 15. — The hounds met at Arbury, but it 
was a pouring wet day, and we saw nothing. The 
party all dispersed, except four pleasant men — Colonel 
Wynne-Finch, Sir Theodore Biddulph, Captain Rowley, 
and Mr. Boughton Leigh, a snug combination, which 
Tina and I appreciate. Are we rivals ? I sometimes 
think it. I can never visit the Gallery without a pang, 
when I remember that first visit to Arbury which 
brought me a friend, in Tina — and a lover ! To-day 
my dreams are changed. He no longer occupies the 
prominent place which he did in my thouglits. Will 
the other dream come to anything ? Is it for his 
happiness or for mine? — and more than all, do I care? 
does he think of me ? The gentlemen hunted, and we 
walked to Astley and had a long, long talk, ending by 
touching on the subject which so deeply interests us 
both. I could not help admiring her unselfishness 
when she said, ' The question is, would marriage 
be for his happiness?' Is she fond of him, I 
wonder ? 

" December 28.^ — Yesterday we rode to Coventry, 
which looked very picturesque with its quaint old towers 

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and market-place lined with stalls of ivy, holly, and 
mistletoe, Peeping Tom at the corner, and the tall spires 
rising through the fog. To-day Tina and I drove to 
the meet at Fillongley, a very pretty village with a fine 
old church and yew tree. Dear Tina departed in the 
afternoon, to my great regret, 

" December 29. — I rode about with Charley, and had 
a long, long talk with him about the Roman Catholics 
and his lifelong struggle against them. * It is hard,' 
he said, ' to be obliged to fight so constantly, but that 
is God's will, not mine. I have never suffered a personal 
interest to stand in my way.' That explains much. 
I can hardly trust myself to write what I think of him. 
Wild dreams again ! He is persuaded that the Roman 
Catholic Emancipation Bill led to the passing of the last 
Reform Bill. ' The Jesuits,' he declares, ' wish to have 
absolute power, and when the people find that, they will 
take the power more and more into their own hands, 
and the consequence will be revolution and democracy.' 
Apropos of John Bright 's firm having thrice been 
prosecuted for disregard of the Factory Acts, Charley 
lamented the inconsistency of so-called patriots, and 
gave it as his opinion ' that no one who read history 
could be sanguine. It gives one such an idea of the 
finality of things.' But is it really so ? Surely the 
human race, take it for all in all, has advanced, is 
advancing, and will advance. It makes me feel how 
little I go to the root of things or judge them on fixed 
principles. Read — think — read — that is the only way 
to improve. 

" Willingham, January 5, 1867. — A long talk with 
my cousins, Jessie and Louisa Boucherett, about the 
enfranchisement of women, for which they are most 
anxious. They told me some curious facts — the right 
of women to vote in Yorkshire under the House of 
Lancaster, their present right to vote in Sweden and 
Austria (much good it has done them there !), their 
right to vote in parts of France before the Revolution 
— a right of which they have since been deprived. 
Apparently aristocracies are more favourable to women's 


rights than democracies. I am not quite sure about 
it, and fear that in Roman Cathohc countries female 
franchise would only give more votes to the party of the 
priests. Women are such fools, I believe even here half 
of them would vote as their parson or apothecary bade 
them. Jessie says, * Enfranchise them, and they will 
obtain a better education.' I should be tempted to 
get the education first. I finished Madame Therese, 
which Mr. Kingsley so strongly recommended. I quite 
see its perfection from the artistic point of view — the 
perfection of extreme simplicity. I also see another 
thing. It points out the good and noble side of those 
ideas about les droits de I'homme which were after- 
wards so much trailed in the mud of the Revolution 
that their original beauty was altogether lost, and we 
fail to comprehend the enthusiasm which they at first 
inspired in many good men and true. 

" Stoke Rochford, January i6. — We all went out to 
look for the shooters, and had enormous fun, tramping 
about in the snow and going off into shrieks of laughter, 
as also over a noisy round game in the evening. It is 
good to be young and foolish sometimes. In the after- 
noon I put on skates for the first time since 1859, and 
got on pretty well, considering. All the shooters came 
down, and the scene was gay and picturesque in the 
snow. Still more enjoyable was the late walk home 
through the still, calm air by the light of a brilliant 
moon. I sat by Mr. Heathcote and talked German to 
him, he being half a German by birth, and got on to 
Prussian politics. Lady Mary Turnor (Edmund's wife) 
is quite charming — so bright, clever, and sensible. He 
is indeed a lucky man. 

' ' January 2 1 . — We were kept in all day by the snow 
— playing battledore, writing, talking, playing whist, 
and roaming about the beautiful library, seeking honey 
from many a flower — a rare dissipation for me ! In 
the evening had a long chat with Edith — she is a dear 
little thing, and I am sorry, very sorry, this visit has 
come to an end. 

"38 Beaufort Gardens, March 12. — A letter from 


Lady Susan Melville, written at Princess Christian's 
desire, with a very alarming account of the poor 
Princess of Wales. Meanwhile, the political w^orld looks 
dark and gloomy. Ministers shilly-shally with Reform, 
there is a Fenian rising in Ireland, — martial law 
to be proclaimed after two years' peace, — the Eastern 
question lowering ! Only Germany prospers. 

" April 15. — Last night's post brought the welcome 
news of dear Bella's having a son, born on February 26} 
This morning I hear that dearest Princess Christian is 
safe with a son, born at 5 p.m. yesterday. It was 
curious my getting news of these events two days 
running. God bless both the young mothers and their 

" April 22. Midnight. — I positively cannot go to 
bed without writing a few lines to record my impressions 
of Mrs. Scott Siddons, whom we have just seen at the 
Haymarket as Rosalind in As You Like It, and in 
two scenes from Romeo and Juliet. I scarcely know 
which I admired the most. Her exquisitely lovely face 
lends itself equally to Rosalind's archness and to Juliet's 
despair. I only quarrel with the scenes — it should be 
the whole play. But she must take the town by storm. 
It is unworthy of the Times not to recognise it. 

" Richmond Park, May 2. — I am sorry to leave 
London, but it is charming to be at home again, and 
I cannot describe what a delight this weather is to me 
— the delicate tints of the green, the hazy blue of the 
distance, the lark by day and the nightingale by night. 
I saw the poor imbecile wandering about, and even he 
seemed happy. Then I had a curious encounter with 
an old man who looked like a watchman and came and 
sat down by me. A troop of children gathered round 
us, and a casual remark on the beauty of the weather 
led insensibly to a long conversation on Scott and 
Irving, in whose works he seemed extremely well read. 
At night we went to Lady Harberton's ball, which has 
created great excitement, and proved a grand succes. 
All the pleasantest people in the neighbourhood were 

^ Miss Mainwaring, married to General Milmaa in iS66. 


there, enough for spirit and not too many for dancing, 
lots of men, and ever^^thing well done. I danced all 
night without stopping. ... A charming, happy letter 
from my dear Princess and an invitation to Arlington 
Street from Mrs. Newdegate. I finished Le Conscrit. 
It gives a most vivid idea of the miseries which these 
poor people endured in 1813, but is not as pretty as 
Madame Therkse " 


London, Suffolk, and Frogmore 


" 3 Arlington Street, May 18. — Mrs. Newdegate, Harry, 
and I tried hard to understand last night's work 
in the House. It has resulted in the abolition of that 
wretched Compound Householder, whom we have been 
at such pains to realise, and a return to direct personal 
payment of rates — i.e. household suffrage pure and 
simple ! What would have been said to this two years 
ago ? I am very angry with Mr. Gladstone for con- 
descending to threats of agitation. George Ridley says 
household suffrage is a return to the ancient basis of the 
Constitution. But in what altered conditions ! 

" May 22. — We went down home for our usual 
Derby Day party, and found it very pleasant but 
bitterly cold. We heard the result on our return to 
town, — 'Hermit,' 'Marksman,' 'Vauban,' — whereby Mr. 
Chaplin, Sir F. Johnstone, and Captain NichoU land 
;£25o,ooo — downright wicked, I call it. Lord Hastings 
says he shall win again in 1869. 

" May 29. — I went to the Academy with Mrs. Newde- 
gate, and was pleased to find that my taste coincides 
in a great measure with hers. Goodall's ' Rachel ' 
and Frith's ' King Charles the Second's Last Birthday ' 
divide the popular favour ; Landseer's picture of the 
Queen on horseback, with John Brown holding the 
bridle and the Princesses in the background, creates a 
good deal of comment, but does not please me in the 
least. Mr. Weigall has painted a speaking likeness of 

Lady Rose, and there is a portrait of ' Herr Joachim — 



a lamplight study,' by Mr. Watts, which in richness of 
tone recalls the Old Masters. We went to the Feildings' 
party, which was almost too small, but very pleasant, 
Lady Sherborne and Ida singing charmingly, and Sir 
Hope Grant accompanying on the 'cello. St. John 
joined us here, and went on with us to Mrs. Weguelin's 
ball — the cheeriest, j oiliest, merriest concern I have 
been at for long. St. John went on swimmingly. I 
danced with him and C. Heathcote, Edward Ridley, 
etc., and Alpin took me to supper. Altogether I enjoyed 
it to an absurd extent. 

" June 5. — A pouring wet day, which gave one time 
to write letters. In the evening to three parties. Lady 
Boyne, Mrs. Adderley, and the Ridleys, where all the 
cousinhood were collected, and very charming it was 
to see that splendid house open once more and 
the whole family assembled under its roof. The 
papers full of alarming accounts of robberies com- 
mitted in broad daylight in the most public thorough- 
fares . 

" June 6. — We rode with Robert Gurdon, J. Anger- 
stein, etc. In the afternoon paid twenty-one visits 
without finding anyone at home. Dined with the 
Melvilles, and sat by Mr. Gumming Bruce, a most agree- 
able old gentleman. No subject amiss to him — societ}', 
politics, art, he talked about all agreeably and well. 
He said of C. N. N. that someone had lately remarked 
that he had more of the Demosthenes element than 
anyone in the House, the only fault of his speaking 
being that it was often too grandiose, * always Caesar 
saving Rome.' He told me a capital story of the 
Duchess of Gordon, when valsing was first introduced. 
When Mr. Whitbread remonstrated with her on allowing 
so indelicate a dance, she replied, ' Why, Mr. Whitbread, 
I thought you were the last person to object to the 
liberty of the press.' 

" June 25. — I went to Ella's with Mrs. Hoare. 
Rubinstein played grandly, but the only piece I cared 
very much for was the Adagio from Beethoven's 
Quartett in G. At night to the Palace ball, which 


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was quite unusually pleasant, less crowded, more 
dancing, and everyone looking uncommonly well. 
Royalties were few and far between, but Princess 
Louise looked very pretty and shook hands cordially, 
so did Princess Louis of Hesse. I danced with Mr. 
Abbot and Mr. Stirling, and had a long talk with the 
latter, — poor little man, he is so sorry to have left Court, 
— also with Charley, a quadrille half a mile long, and 
went to supper with him. Lady Adelaide Talbot 
looked lovely, and Lady Alice Hill very handsome, 
flirting with Lord Kenlies ; and Miss Wilbraham, Miss 
Napier, Miss Grant, Edith Turnor, and a number of 
pretty women were there. 

" July 5. — Yesterday at the Levens' breakfast 
everyone was talking of the alarming accounts from 
Mexico and the probable postponement of the Review\ 
This morning we found the sad news was but too true. 
Poor Kaiser Maxl^ true, he was a usurper, but a usurper 
seeking to restore the blessings of peace and settled 
government to a countr}' which for twenty-five years 
has been a prey to the most fearful anarchy. Of course 
it would have been wiser for him to have retired with 
the French troops, but one cannot help admiring the 
gallant, chivalrous spirit which fought so bravely to 
the last. And that poor Empress — bereft of her 
reason ! It is too sad. In the evening, we dined with 
Sir George Chetwj-nd, and I sat next to Mr. Clements, 
who is private secretary to Colonel Taylor. It amuses 
me to see how these people, Mr. Clements and Charley 
Fremantle,^ worship Dizz3\ It makes me fancy there 
must be something more about him than one gives 
him credit for. Perhaps, however, it is only that, as 
Mr. Clements observed, he knows how to govern men, 
and Gladstone does not. Mrs. Newdegate does not 
think Gladstone honest. I do, though it seems odd 

^ Maximilian, Archduke of Austria, brother of the Emperor Francis 
Joseph, elected Emperor of Mexico, 1864, deposed and executed by 
rebels, June 19, 1867. 

'Hon. Sir Charles Fremantle, K.C.B., third son of ist Lord Cottesloe, 
private secretary to Mr. Disraeli, 1 866-1 868 ; Deputy-Master of the Mint, 
1 868-1 894 ; born 1834, died 1914. 


that his own father and brother should have thought 
so ill of him. But of Dizzy's principles I have no 
opinion. See the dirt he has eaten this session ! Only 
a fortnight ago he declared that if the House of Commons 
decided to give an additional member to six large towns, 
the Government must reconsider the whole Bill and 
their position. Of course some people were fools 
enough to believe him, and give him a majority of 8 ! 
And the following week he himself gives the additional 
member to four out of the six towns. I should like to 
know what mighty difference there is between four or 
six towns having an additional member to authorise 
such a line of conduct ! C. N. N. is much disap- 
pointed at the rejection of the Cumulative Vote, brought 
forward by Mr. Lowe — a rejection due to unworthy 

party motives. . . . Colonel G 's presents, letters, 

visits, and constant attentions worry me greatly. We 
do not know what to make of them, and it becomes 
every day more difficult to choke him off. Our friend 
James Hewett was married on Thursday to that nice, 
pretty Miss Hodgson. God grant it may turn out 
happily, but it was an ill omen, the news of his brother's 
death coming in the midst of the breakfast. Ah me ! 
'tis a strange world we live in. 

" July 12. — I went to Mrs. Hardy's in Carlton 
House Terrace to see the entrance of the Sultan — an 
exceedingly fine sight it was. From Buckingham 
Palace to the Horse Guards the line was kept by the 
Guards, whose scarlet uniforms looked well against 
the bright green of the trees, while the grey towers of 
Westminster were immediately opposite. I could not 
help thinking how astonished some of those who sleep in 
the Cathedral would have been to see the Commander 
of the Faithful passing, not as a captive, but as an 
honoured guest through the heart of London. The 
procession was imposing, state coaches and Royal 
liveries, and an escort of Blues escorting the carriage 
containing His Imperial Majesty and the Prince of 
Wales. Big Ben boomed out as he passed, and he 
acknowledged the salutes of the crowd, which, was 


neither very dense nor very enthusiastic, by raising two 
fingers to his forehead. 

" July 1$. — At 4 p.m. I was suddenly summoned 
back to town by a telegram from Harry, to go to the 
Opera for the Sultan's state visit. I rushed up, but it 
was alread}^ late. I got into the string at St. James's, 
Piccadilly, and never arrived till after the Royal party. 
However, it was a brilliant sight, the Royal box being 
placed in the centre of the house, immediately facing 
the stage and reaching up to the top, under a canopy 
surmounted by a crown. The Sultan sat in the middle, 
with the Prince on his right and the Duke of Cambridge 
on his left. His little son was in the next box, and a 
brilliant suite of both nations . The house was crammed, 
the most conspicuous figures being Madame Musurus,^ 
the wife of the Turkish Ambassador, and Lady Dudley, 
who wore the most magnificent diamonds and emeralds 
which I have ever seen. The opera was Masaniello, 
a very pretty spectacle, with plenty of gay choruses 
and a good deal of dancing. We had only three acts, 
and then * God save the Queen ' was played, and they 
clapped the Sultan, who advanced to the front of the 
box, smiling and bowing and laying his hand on his 
mouth. He is an uninteresting-looking m^an, with a 
fat, roundish face, and a dark beard and moustache. 

" Meanwhile, a scene of another kind and of far 
weightier import was going on at St. Stephen's. The 
Reform Bill has passed the third reading. This volatile 
world is thinking too much of Turks and Belgians ^ 
to attend to such grave matters, but it is a night to be 
remembered. This country is entering on a new era, 
and though we may hope and earnestly pray that all 
may yet be well with us, and that Mr. Lowe's and Lord 
Cranborne's lugubrious predictions may not be realised, 
it is beyond all human foresight to tell what will be 
the results of this session's work. One thing is certain, 
that all confidence in the heads of the Conservative 

^ Madame Musurus died on the following Friday, at the India Office ball. 
^ A corps of two thousand Belgian Volunteers came over on a visit to 
London in July, and were present at the Wimbledon Review. 


party must be at an end. As far as they are concerned 
the results of the session may be summed up in General 
Peel's bitter words : ' There is nothing so insecure as 
a security, nothing with less vitality than a vital point, 
and nothing so elastic as the conscience of a Cabinet 

" Richmond Park, Saturday, July 20. — Harry 
Boucherett came to luncheon, and escorted us to the 
Camp at Wimbledon, where Princess Mary of Teck gave 
away the prizes very gracefully, assisted by Lord 
Spencer, who this year succeeds Lord Elcho as Chair- 
man of the National Rifle Association. At the con- 
clusion of this ceremony the Sultan arrived, and his 
whole procession drove in front of the Grand Stand — 
where we sat — to the Cottage. Then he mounted a 
milk-white Arab charger, superbly caparisoned, and 
rode down the lines, accompanied by our Princes and 
the Duke of Aosta, and attended by a brilliant staff. 
They took up their position by the flagstaff, where the 
Duchess of Cambridge and her daughters, Princess 
Mary and the Grand Duchess of Mecklenburg, and 
Duchess of Aosta were seated, and the march past 
began. First came our Belgian guests^ with their priest, 
their vivandiere, and their gigantic drum-major — a 
smart-looking body of men enough ; then the Artillery 
and Household Cavalrj^ the Third Hussars, and four 
battalions of our beloved Guards, Grenadiers, Cold- 
streams, and Fusiliers. It was a glorious sight ; they 
marched past like a solid wall, with their fine bands 
playing, and it sent a thrill through one to look at 
them. Then came the long, long stream of Volunteers, 
grand also, not only in outward strength and appearance, 
but with a moral grandeur of their own — making us all 
feel proud of a country which can send forth such an 
army of unpaid soldiers. It was indeed a memorable 
sight, and as one looked at the Sultan and his Cir- 
cassians and Albanians in their white burnouses and 
turbans, one felt as if the whole thing had w^alked out 
of the Arabian Nights and might incontinently vanish. 

** July 22. — Dear Mrs. Newdegate left us, after a 

186;] A BYRON STORY 139 

two days' visit, which has been a great treat. Among 
other interesting things, she told us a curious story 
of Lady Byron, which throw^s some Hght on the strange 
history of her separation from her husband. Mrs. 
Henry Tower (from whom Mrs. Newdegate heard it), 
a cousin of Lady Byron, was stajdng with her at her 
mother's place, Kirkby Mallory, in January 18 16, six 
weeks after the birth of her child, Ada Byron, when 
a woman asked to see Lady Byron, and handed her a 
packet of papers. The contents of these papers Lady 
Byron never communicated to her cousin, but when 
Mrs. Tower came to her room afterwards she found 
her in a state of the greatest distress. When, at a later 
period. Lord Byron wished to induce his wife to live 
with him again. Lady Byron took these papers to the 
Lord Chancellor, whose comment after reading them 
was, ' Lady Byron is quite right, there can be no suit.' " 

After another visit to Arbury, where Louisa made 
friends with Mr. Cecil Parker and Mr. Thurlow Astley, 
and enjoyed a lively dance at Mr. Dugdale's at Merivale, 
she went to spend the w^inter with her uncle and aunt 
at Sotterley. Here she took up parish work vigorously, 
held evening classes, trained the choir and played the 
harmonium in church, and arranged school-treats with 
renewed enthusiasm. A few shooting-parties and the 
company of her favourite cousin, St. John Barne, 
helped to enliven an otherwise quiet time, and her 
leisure hours were devoted to French literature, of 
which she never tired, 

" Sotterley, Friday, November 22. — Parliament met 
on Tuesday, but what they have done as yet I hardly 
know. I have so many irons in the fire — a working-party 
for East London, teaching in the school, canvassing, play- 
ing chess every evening with my uncle — I have no time, 
and am getting into a chronic state of overwork . Colonel 
Charteris and Colonel Baring, who came to shoot the Big 
Wood, departed, both very pleasant men, and the latter a 

great flirt. Colonel G , too, left, but not till he had 

taken a walk with me and frightened me nearly to death 
with his affectionate manner, poor dear old gentleman ! 


" December 12. — A most horrible Fenian outrage, in 
the shape of an attempt to blow up Clerkenwell Prison 
and rescue the Fenian prisoners. It failed as far as 
they were concerned, but spread death and destruction 
around. Six or seven people were killed, and thirty 
seriously injured. In truth, I do not know what we 
are coming to — the state of the country grows more 
serious every day. The alarm is universal in London, 
and more than thirty thousand special constables have 
been sworn in. 

" Sotterley, January i, 1868. — St. John arrived from 
Osborne, where he was ordered, at ten minutes' notice, 
with a hundred men, to guard Her Majesty from an appre- 
hended Fenian plot. It appears these men had really 
formed a conspiracy to carry her off, and being on guard 
at such a time, as St. John observes, is anxious work. 

" January 24. — On entering the dining-room this 
morning, I was shocked to find Mamma bathed in tears. 
My uncle was my first thought, but it was even worse 
— dearest Mrs. Newdegate is gone from among us. We 
were so utterly unprepared for the blow that it seems 
to stun one, and I can hardly realise it. She was quite 
well last week, but had a shivering fit and took to her 
bed on Friday. On Tuesday a change for the worse 
took place, and she died at seven. Oh, what a loss ! To 
me she was a second mother, and next to my own darling 
mother there is no one in the wide world whose loss I 
could more deeply deplore. And I am but one among 
so many who will mourn for her. She filled a great 
position nobly, and was as fearless in her pursuit of duty 
as she was kind, generous, and large-hearted. As to 
Charley — to him it is an incalculable loss, and his grief 
is almost too sacred to be dwelt upon. Never was 
there such a beautiful relation between mother and 
son. Well may Mrs. Clerk write to me, ' We are all, 
rich and poor, panic-stricken.' One comfort I have in 
looking back: I do not think I ever grieved her. I 
think she was really fond of me, and once she went so 
far as to tell Mamma that she wished I would ' set my cap 
at Charley,* as she would like to have me for her 


daughter. It is gratifying to know this, for I never 
thought she wished it. That, however, will never be. 
Dear, dear Mrs. Newdegate ! Well, hers has been a 
long, useful, and happy life, and now she is gone to 
that rest for which no one was ever better prepared. 
But oh — poor Charley ! 

" February 28. — I was totally flabbergasted by an 
invitation to Frogmore for this day week. Much as I 
like going to stay with my Princess, I am really sorry 
to leave the work here, which has been very satisfactory. 
Thank God for a pleasant and I hope useful winter, 
in spite of the one dark cloud which has overshadowed 
these last weeks. Now for a very different phase of life ! 

" Frogmore House, March 6. — This afternoon I drove 
to the equerries' door of Buckingham Palace, and was 
conducted the whole length of the building, to my 
dearest Princess, who received me in her own kind and 
cordial manner. Prince Christian soon joined us, and we 
three drove together through the Park to Paddington, 
where I was deposited in a saloon carriage with my 
dear Duchess of Atholl, Lady Clifden, Miss Stopford, and 
Lady Caroline Barrington. At Windsor, Prince and 
Princess Christian, Colonel Gordon and I drove straight 
here, and Princess Christian herself installed me in my 
pretty little room looking out on the water in front 
of the house, with Mellish next door and Baby on the 
other side. Our dinner-party consisted of Mr. Duck- 
worth, Mr. Sahl, and Mr. Woodward, and was very 
agreeable. Both the Prince and Princess are so good- 
natured, and set everyone at ease. Mr. Duckworth is 
young and good-looking, and very fond of Prince Leo — 
who sent me many affectionate messages. Only think 
what he told me about old Lady Smith of Lowestoft. 
She wrote a critique of the Queen's book to a friend of his, 
who thought it so wonderful for an old lady of ninety-six 
that he sent it to Mr. Duckworth, to show to the Queen, 
who was charmed. But poor old Lady Smith was 
much disconcerted when she discovered what had 
been done with her letter. We spent the evening over 
photos and autographs, of which both the Princess and 


Prince Leo are making collections. It might have been 
an ordinary country house-party ! 

" March 7. — I breakfasted en famille with the Prince 
and Princess, and spent the whole morning hard at work 
gardening with her — planting violets and pinks, hoeing, 
raking, and watering ! After luncheon, drove up to 
the Castle with the baby, a splendid boy, and went to 
see Princess Louise and Prince Leo, who has grown 
tall and Slance, but looks fearfully thin and transparent. 
There is an almost unearthly look about him, as if he 
would not abide long here ; but this may only be my 
fancy. In the evening I drove up to the Castle with 
Colonel and Mrs. Gordon, who are kindness itself to me, 
and make me feel I shall always be grateful to anyone 
of the name of Gordon, Prince Christian told me to 
ask the Duchess of AthoU to look after me, but I was all 
right. We dined with the Household — a very large party. 
I sat between Major Elphinstone and Mr. Sahl, and 
after dinner we were joined by Prince Christian atld 
Prince Arthur, who is exactly the height of Major 
Elphinstone now, Lord Bagot, Lord and Lady Tanker- 
ville, and Lady Clifden, who looked lovely, also came in, 
and we played a round game,- a modification of Muggins, 
called 'Keep your Temper.' 

" Sunday, March 8.— We drove up to service in the 
private chapel. A Mr. Rowsell preached extempore 
on ' charity.' Afterwards I was very graciously re- 
ceived by Her Majesty, who gave me a kiss and asked 
after Mamma. I spent the time till luncheon with Prin- 
cess Louise and the Princes, looking over autographs, 
and we were as jolly as sandboys. After luncheon in 
the Octagon Room, I came back with the Princess, 
who presented me with the Queen's book, in which 
Her Majesty had written this inscription : ' To Louisa 
Bowater, in remembrance of Balmoral, from Victoria R. 
March 8, 1868.' I am very much pleased. At four we 
rushed up to St. George's, and had an unusually fine 
service, with the Hallelujah Chorus by wa}^ of anthem, j 
the solo parts sung by the most exquisite boy voices. ' 
The recollections stirred up by the sight of the historic 



banners and the love of chivalry imparted by the 
prayer, ' God save our Most Gracious Sovereign the 
Queen and all the Companions of the Most Noble Order 
of the Garter,' combined to render the service very 
impressive, and the beautiful words of the Lesson rang 
in my ear : ' Set your affections on things above, not 
on things on the earth.' I dined alone with the Prince 
and Princess, played chess with His Ro3^al Highness, 
and had a long, long talk with m}'- beloved Princess, who 
is just as dear as ever. The more I see of Prince 
Christian, the better I like him. He is so pre-eminently 
sensible, — the very thing for her generous, impetuous 
nature, — and he is extremely kind-hearted, and most 
universally liked. Major Elphinstone spoke most highly 
of him last night . It is so pretty to see her little matronly 
ways, ordering the dinner and attending to her house- 
hold, and so wisely careful, which makes me respect 
her all the more. 

" March 9. — This morning Princess Christian went 
out with the Queen, and I rushed up to St. George's, left 
Mellish with the Duchess's maid, and walked home alone, 
as it is selon les rbgles for me to go backwards and 
forwards to the Castle alone. Colonel and Mrs. Gordon 
came to luncheon — she is so nice and kind to me — and 
the Duchess of Marlborough with Lady Cornelia Churchill, 
who is very pretty and pleasing. Princess Christian 
drove them back to the station, while I went up to the 
Castle and took a charming drive with Princess Louise, 
and had tea with her and Prince Leo. I dined alone 
with the Prince and Princess, and talked chiefly of 
politics — even of that delicate subject, German politics. 
I like all he says, he is so wise and just ; and he is so 
devoted to her, and she to him. There cannot be the 
shadow of a doubt as to their perfect and entire happi- 

" March 10. — Princess Helena was strumming valses 
on the piano to me after breakfast when the door 
opened and in walked the Queen, followed by Princess 
Louise. Her Majesty was very kind, as indeed she has 
been each time I have seen her. The Prince and 


Princess went off at twelve to luncheon at Marlborough 
House, and I went up to the Castle, where we had a 
large and amusing luncheon-party — the Duchess of 
Wellington, Lord Bagot who goes out of waiting to-day, 
and Lord Skelmersdale who comes in, a very handsome 
and agreeable person. Lord Bradford, and Mr. Gathorne- 
Hardy, who came down for a grand ' function,* to use 
the Court word, i.e. the presentation of an address to 
the Queen on the subject of the Fenian outrage. We 
waited in the corridor to see the City magnates arrive, 
125 strong, which they did in three fine coaches and a 
long procession of Windsor flies. Poor people ! they had 
exactly fifteen minutes for luncheon and three for the 
presentation of their address, as it was not read, so 
their loyalty was scarcely appreciated as much as it 
might have been, but some of them were allowed to 
see the rooms ; so we skedaddled, and I waited in Miss 
Stopford's room till the rain was over. We dined with 
the Queen, rather a large party — Sir Thomas and Lady 
Biddulph, the Duchess, Lady Clifden, and Dr. Robertson 
of Balmoral. It was decidedly lively for Court, and 
I was amused talking to Lord Skelmersdale and Lady 
Clifden, who are both charming, and so pleasant to look 
at. The Queen was most gracious to me, as usual, and 
expressed her regret to hear I was leaving to-morrow. 

" March 1 1 . — And so ends another Court visit. The 
Princess told me when I arrived that the nth was the 
first anniversary of the death of Prince Christian's 
mother, so he might prefer to be alone, and they both 
took the kindest and most cordial leave of me. It has 
been a most charming visit, without a contretemps of 
any kind ; and it is the greatest pleasure to see my 
beloved Princess so thoroughly happy, with a devoted 
husband and one who is so pre-eminently sensible and 
kind-hearted. I feel thoroughly satisfied and very 


A Visit to Silesia 


" Richmond Park, Saturday, July 4. — Strange that on 
the fourth anniversary of the reception of a letter which, 
to say the least of it, has tinged my thoughts for the last 
four years, another important communication should 
reach me. Princess Christian asks me to go with her 
to Germany for seven weeks at the end of this month. 
So flattering and delightful an offer was of course 
instantly accepted, and I look forward with unmingled 
satisfaction to the trip. 

" Osborne, Cowes, Isle of Wight, July 25. — I came 
down here via Surbiton and Southampton, met Colonel 
Finch on board the steamer. He made himself very 
agreeable — got me a fly when we landed, and told me 
that Mr. Disraeli was coming here to-night. I was 
shown to my room by a pampered menial in red, who 
brought me some tea, and Princess Christian and Lady 
Augusta Stanley came to see me before dinner. I 
dined with the Household. Our party was neither 
large nor lively, and included two of Prince Louis's 
gentlemen and the Princess's lady, Fraulein von Graney, 
who is very nice and kind . Lady Clifden, Lady Augusta, 
and Mr. Disraeli joined us afterwards. The latter is 
evidently an original, to judge from the scraps of con- 
versation which reached my ears : ' Passion and fashion 
are the two things which divide human nature,' * When 
you do away with the indefinite, you destroy the romance 

of life,' and some remarks on travelling in the days of 


146 A VISIT TO SILESIA [chap, xii 

Roderick Random, in a waggon, being much more 
amusing and improving than it is now, 

" Sunday, July 26. — We have just been listening to 
a very good sermon preached by Mr. Prothero, at service 
in the house, before a very small party. Neither the 
Queen nor Princess Louis was there, but I saw Prince 
Leopold, much grown and looking very well. It is a 
beautiful day, and the Queen breakfasted out of doors. 
Princess Louise came to see me, and I gave her the 
autographs, which pleased her very much. At tea I saw 
Princess Alice's three dear little girls, such pretty 
children — Victoria, Elisabeth, and Irene, a two-year- 
old child. ^ Dizzy did not show all day, but at dinner 
I had the luck to sit by him. He was very sententious 
and pedantic, I thought, affecting to be superior to 
hunger, which he called a savage passion ; but I liked 
what he said of Prince Christian, that he combined tact 
with a deep, slow-moving mind, and agreed that he was 
both sensible and good-natured. 

" At ten o'clock the whole Household assembled at 
the Queen's Entrance, and Her Majesty and all the 
Royalties came down to see us off — our part}' consisting 
of Prince and Princess Christian, Mr. Sahl and myself. 
Prince Louis of Hesse and Prince Arthur accompanied 
us on the barge to the Admiralty yacht Enchantress , 
which was anchored in Cowes road. It was like a 
Venetian scene, rowing in the still starlight night, and 
the splash of the oars and the lantern-light falling on 
the bronzed faces of the sailors reminded me of the 
lovely spring twilight when we landed at Osborne six 
years ago. 

" On board the ' Enchantress,' July 27. — When I woke 
we were oif Eastbourne. It was a most lovely day, and 
the white cliffs of Dover looked beautiful as we steamed 
past them and made for Ostend. We sat on the bridge 
all day reading and working, and I wrote a letter to 

^Victoria, born 1863; niarried Prince Louis of Battenberg, 1884. 
Elisabeth, born 1864; married Grand Duke Sergius of Russia, 1884. 
Irene, born 1866; married 1888, Prince Henry of Prussia, brother of the 



mother under difficulties, using the paddle as a desk, 
while Princess Christian held my paper. We landed 
at 5.30 p.m., travelled by Bruges and Ghent to Brussels, 
where we had an hour to wait, and trotted out over a 
fine * Place ' to supper at a restaurant, where the Prince 
and Mr. Sahl were busy mixing the salad. At 10 p.m. 
we went on by Aachen and Diiren, reaching Cologne 
on a glorious summer morning. 

" Central Bahnhof, Cologne, Tuesday, July 28. — We 
had some difficulty in getting rooms, but I ended in 
getting two hours' delicious sleep on a pile of feather- 
beds on the floor, and felt as fresh as a four-year-old 
when I woke. Prince Christian and Mr. Sahl took me out 
at twelve to see the Cathedral, which is certainly wonder- 
fully fine, especially the west front, where you see the 
new and old part of the building side b}'- side, the grey 
weather-beaten stones with tufts of grass here and there 
contrasting with the whiteness of the new work. I was 
struck with the deep devotion of the people attending 
Mass, and saw the Schatzkammer with the richly worked 
shrine of the Three Kings, and the great painting known 
as the ' Dombild,' representing the Adoration of the Magi, 
with the patron saints of Cologne, Ursula and Gereon. 
A Prussian General, who was Colonel of the Prince's old 
regiment, came to dinner, a pleasant old gentleman, 
covered -with decorations — which, however, do not count 
for much here — and buttoned up to his throat in uniform. 
We left the hotel at three, driving round the Dom, and 
suddenly through a quaint old archway I saw a swift- 
flowing green stream — it was the Rhine. Our journey 
lay along its banks at first, but we changed at Giessen, 
and the railway made a great bend round a valley 
studded with picturesque villages. This was the former 
territory of the Duke of Nassau, and a good deal of bitter 
chaff passed between the Herrschaften and Mr. Sahl 
touching the treatment he has received from the King 
of Prussia. The transition must be very painful to 
many, but the gain to Germany as a whole is undeniable. 
After Giessen came Marburg, with the beautiful church 
and castle which was the home of St. Elizabeth of 

148 A VISIT TO SILESIA [chap, xii 

Hungary ; then Luther's Eisenach. But by this time it 
was quite dark, and as nothing was to be seen we sang 
and made ourselves very merry by the way. Soon after 
one, we reached Gotha, where we were met by Prince 
Christian's elder brother, the Duke of Augustenburg, 
whose name is familiar as the claimant of the Schleswig- 
Holstein duchies, of which Prussia deprived him. He 
brought us to his house, where his wife, the daughter of 
Princess Hohenlohe and niece of our Oueen, received 
us in the most friendly manner, and after a comfortable 
high tea we were glad to go to bed. 

" Augustenburgisches Palais, Gotha, July 29. — I spent 
the morning in my rooms, going down to luncheon at 
one and to dinner at five, after which we took a drive by 
Goldbach, all through this fertile valley, bounded by the 
blue hills of the Thiiringerwald. The villages are dirty ; 
the men wear blue blouses, and the women carry baskets 
on their backs, like the Boulogne fishwives, and seem 
to work very hard. Princess Hohenlohe, the Duchess's 
mother, whom I once met at Osborne, is sta^dng here 
and is particularly pleasant ; and there are four charming 
children — Princesses Victoria, Carlina (short for Caroline 
Matilde), Louise, and Prince Ernst Giinther.^ I have 
made great friends with their little Swiss governess. 
Mile Bost, and see a good deal of her. 

" July 30. — At 12.30 we all drove to Rheinhardts- 
brunnen, a Jagdschloss belonging to the Duke of Coburg, 
about nine miles from Gotha, at the foot of the Thiirin- 
gerwald, which has been lent to the Crown Prince and 
Princess of Prussia, who are staying here for six weeks. 
It is an exceedingly pretty little place buried in trees, 

1 Augusta Victoria, born 1858; married William 11., Emperor of Ger- 
many, 1 881. 

Caroline.born i85o ; married 18S5, Frederic, Duke of Schleswig-Holstein- 
Gliicksburg. Her daughters — Victoria, married 1905, Charles Edward, 
Duke of Saxe-Coburg, son of Prince Leopold, Duke of Albany ; 
Alexandra, married Prince Augustus of Prussia, 1908 ; Helena, married 
Harald, Prince of Denmark, 1909. 

Feodora-Louise, born 1866; married 1889, Frederic Leopold, Prince 
of Prussia. 

Ernst Giinther, present Duke of Schleswig-Holstein Augustenburg, 
born 1863; married 1898, Dorothea, Princess of Saxe-Coburg. 

1 868] GOTH A 149 

something like Balmoral, and as we drove into the 
courtyard we saw a dead stag lying on the pavement, 
shot by the Duke, who is here for a day or two as his 
niece's guest. It was shy work being launched into such 
a large party of strangers, but all the Crown Princess's 
ladies and gentlemen w^re most kind to me and made 
me cordially welcome. They were already at luncheon 
when we arrived, and made me sit down by Herr 
von Seckendorf, a Prussian officer who had been 
attached to our Abyssinian expedition and told me 
much that was interesting. Count Kalckreuth, a dis- 
tinguished painter, and his daughter. Countess Anne, a 
nice little thing of sixteen. Count Eulenburg, Countess 
Reventlow, who is the Lady Caroline Barrington of 
the Household, and Mile d'Harcourt were among the 
party. After luncheon, Countess Briihl took me a beauti- 
ful drive up into the hills, which are clad to the very 
summit with magnificent woods — such Scotch firs as 
I have never seen in England mixed with maples and 
sycamores, and here and there great rocks like those in 
the Happy Valley at Cannes, with clear streams running 
between the red stones — as one of the ladies put it, 
' ein echt classischer IVald.' We returned to the Castle 
about seven, had a fussy sort of high tea, after which I 
was presented to the Crown Prince and Princess, who 
were both extremely kind and spoke quite affectionately 
of dear Papa. The Princess remembered how he used to 
carry her about in his arms, and the Prince says he knew 
him as early as 1 85 1 . I hope to see them again at Pots- 
dam, where they return next week, when we go to Berlin. 
The Crown Princess wants us to go and stay there, but 
as the palace they occupy there belongs to the King of 
Prussia, his leave must be asked, which my Prince and 
Princess will not hear of, and considering the present 
state of things one can hardly wonder. We left about 
8 .30 and drove back to Gotha, after a very enjoyable day. 
I forgot to mention that we also saw the Duke of Coburg ; 
he is not particularly good-looking, and not at all like 
the Prince Consort. 

"July 31. — Directly after breakfast I marched off 

150 A VISIT TO SILESIA [chap, xii 

with Mellish to the Schloss, a large ugly building, 
finely situated on the top of the hill round which Gotha 
is built, and commanding beautiful views of the sur- 
rounding mountains. It contains a fine collection of 
paintings, including a curious screen of 1526, with most 
realistic renderings of New Testament subjects, one of 
which, the Parable of the Mote and the Beam, struck me 
especially. In the Kunstkammer upstairs are many 
interesting relics — an ivory praj'^er-book exquisitely 
bound by Cellini which once belonged to James i,, a 
ring of Mary Stuart's, the Duke of Alva's dagger, 
the hat, gloves, and boots worn by Napoleon at Tilsit, 
and a wonderful cabinet of Chinese and Japanese 
antiquities. This Castle is not inhabited by the Duke 
of Coburg, who during the six months which he spends 
here lives in another palace, near our house. In fact, 
the place swarms with palaces and shady Alleen, which 
with the pretty green boulevards make Gotha a very 
pleasant town. In the afternoon I took a walk with the 
little girls and Mile Bost, through the Orange Garden, 
to Friederichsthal, a pretty little palace occupied in 
1862 by our Queen. The Crown Prince came to dinner, 
and was full of fun. One curious scrap of conversation 
I overheard. They had been talking of coronations, 
and Prince Christian remarked that King Christian ix. 
of Denmark had never been crowned. ' It is true,' 
replied the Crown Prince, * I wonder why ? ' ' He had 
no time,' put in the Duke of Augustenburg quickly ; 
' your father spoilt his appetite for that ! ' In the 
evening some Gotha people came to tea — a Herr von 
Holzendorff, whose daughters were full of enthusiasm 
for England, and one of w'hom sang very prettily with her 
mother, a pupil of Mendelssohn. We were rather jolly 
at our side table, and I was glad to see another little 
specimen of German life. 

" Sunday, August 2. — I have had two rather dull 
days, as Prince and Princess Christian go to Rheinhardts- 
brunnen every day, and the evenings are not particularly 
amusing. To-day I went to the Lutheran Church in 
the Castle with Mile Bost, and heard a very good sermon 

1 868] AT WEIMAR 151 

on ' Judge not, that ye be not judged.' After luncheon, 
we had a dehcious drive with the young Princesses, 
and some people out of the Duchies came to dinner. 
It is touching to see the devotion of these Holsteiners 
to the Duke. It puts me in mind of the Jacobites and 
Charles Edward. 

" August 3. — Countess Briihl came over early from 

Rheinhardtsbrunnen and took me by train to Weimar. 

We passed the strong fortress of Erfurt, where Luther 

lived in the Augustinenkloster, and the picturesque 

castles of the three Gleichen, from which Count Gleichen 

takes his name, and reached Weimar, which is just 

such another pretty little tow^n as Gotha, only that it 

lies in a hollow, instead of being on a hill. Count 

Kalckreuth and his nice little daughter met us at the 

station, and lionised us in the most friendly way. We 

visited Schiller's tiny little house, passed Goethe's, 

which unfortunately is not shown, and the Theatre 

where so many immortal works saw the light — a wretched 

little building. The town is rich in statues — we saw those 

of Schiller and Goethe, standing hand in hand, as well as 

those of Herder and Wieland, who both lived here. We 

visited the Stadtskirche, which has several portraits of 

Luther, and the Palace, which contains priceless treasures 

of art, including ten of the original drawings of the 

Apostles' heads in Leonardo's * Last Supper,' and a fine 

collection of drawings by Raphael, Michelangelo, and 

Leonardo. Last of all we drove to the Friedhof, or 

cemetery with the Grand Ducal vault, where Goethe 

and Schiller are buried. Our hospitable friends took 

us back to dinner in their own abode, — a flat in a big 

old house once occupied by Marlborough, with a lime 

avenue before it, — and after a good rest we returned to 

Gotha, greatly pleased with our day. 

" August 5. — We all drove out into the mountains 
and walked through the Thiiringerwald to Rheinhardts- 
brunnen, getting lovely views of the Inselberg, the 
highest peak of the range, and sat out under the trees 
at the inn, like ordinary mortals, drinking our coffee. 
We got back to Gotha about eight, and found the 

IS2 A VISIT TO SILESIA [chap, xii 

evening a little long, for at i a.m. we left the Augusten- 
burg Palace and travelled by night to Berlin. 

" British Embassy, Berlin, August 6. — I slept all 
the way, and saw nothing of the country but one or two 
old castles in the moonlight. Lord Augustus Loftus, 
the British Minister, met us at the station, and took 
us to the Embassy. One of the Crown Princess's ladies 
came to drive about with the Princess on a shopping ex- 
pedition, so I was free, and after a scrub and an hour's 
sleep, Adele Arnold, my old Sotterley friend, took me for 
a drive through the Thiergarten, a sort of combined Hyde 
Park and Bois de Boulogne, and then all along Unter 
den Linden, which is certainly a very fine street. At 
the east end are a number of stately buildings : on the 
right the King's Palace, Opera House, and Crown 
Prince's Palace ; and on the left, the University, Arsenal, 
and Guard House, with Ranch's imposing monument 
to Frederick the Great in the centre. Adele dropped 
me at the Crown Prince's Palace, w^here I lunched with 
the Household, while my Herrschaften were lunching 
with the Crown Prince, who since he dined with us at 
Gotha on Friday had only been to Ems to dine with 
the King, to Coblenz to breakfast with the Queen, to 
Bonn to receive a D.C.L. degree and take part in the 
festivities on the Jubilee of the University, to Hanover 
for a public banquet, and to Stettin on military business. 
A pretty good round ! However, there he was, as fresh 
as a lark and as merry as a cricket, when after luncheon 
we set out with him as our cicerone to see the sights. 
We drove in two Court carriages (the first decent turn-outs 
I have seen in Germany) first to the Gewerbe Museum, 
a sort of South Kensington Museum, in which the Crown 
Princess takes great interest, and then past the Schloss, 
a huge pile of buildings in the Lust Garten, to the Fine 
Arts Museum. This is a handsome building outside, 
but still handsomer inside, with a grand double staircase 
adorned with frescoes by Kaulbach. We walked through 
the Sculpture Gallery and Egyptian Museum, but did 
not attempt to look at the pictures. What struck me 
most was the size and space of the Galleries and the , 


beauty and appropriateness of the decorations. Our 
collections may be as fine or finer, but we do not half 
do j ustice to them . After this we drove by the unfinished 
Rath-haus, a handsome red-brick building in Italian 
style. Everything at Berlin, I notice, is either Italian 
or Greek — there is nothing Gothic. 

" I was not sorry when at last we returned to the 
Embassy, for I was almost giddy with all I had seen. 
We dined at eight, and were a snug little party — only 
the attaches, Mr. Plunkett and Mr. Lascelles with his 
nice little wife, a daughter of Sir Joseph Olliffe, the 
physician to the Embassy at Paris. Lady Augustus is 
at Baden, and Berlin is as empty as London in August. 
Only Lord Augustus annoyed me by insisting on dragging 
forward the Schleswig-Holstein question and saying 
he wanted justice done to the Danes, by giving them 
back North Schleswig — a great want of tact and good 
taste when the Prince and Princess were his guests ! 

" August 7. — We left Berlin for Potsdam at ten, and 
were met at the station by the Crown Prince and Princess, 
two or three gentlemen, and kind Countess Briihl, who 
started with me and Mr. Sahl at once on a lionising 
expedition. First we visited the Orangery, a handsome 
Italian building in the style of the Medici Villa in Rome, 
with pretty views over the terraced gardens which 
have been so marvellously created out of the barren 
sandy soil. Then we drove to Sans Souci, passing the 
famous Windmill, and saw the rooms once occupied 
by Frederick the Great, and left untouched, with the 
clock still pointing to the hour of his death. A portrait 
of him on the wall struck me immensely by the air of 
strong determination and the keen blue eyes which 
seem to look one through and through. We crossed the 
Havel and drove along its banks to Babelsberg, the 
present King's favourite plaything — and a charming 
toy it is ! Every tree has been planted by his own 
direction ; the grass is kept like an English lawn, and 
the views over the river and lakes are delightful . Within, 
it is furnished in the simplest way. The King has just 
a camp-bed, and the walls of his rooms are hung with 

154 A VISIT TO SILESIA [chap, xii 

military prints. I was amused to see a large map of 
the campaign of 1866 ! The Crown Prince told me that 
our Queen was delighted with the place when she stayed 
here in 1 8 5 8 /and made several very pretty sketches in the 
gardens. We drove back to Potsdam through the Park, 
past Glienike, the home of Prince Frederick Charles, 
the Red Prince, who played so distinguished a part in 
the late war, and were thankful to reach the New 
Palace and sit down to luncheon. They were all so 
kind and pleasant, and after luncheon took me all over 
the Palace, which was built by Frederick the Great at 
immense cost, after the Seven Years War, to prove to 
the world that his resources were not exhausted. In 
one of the state apartments we fell in with the Crown 
Prince and Princess, who were most kind and good- 
natured, and told Countess Briihl to show me their own 
rooms. She has grown stout, but has the same round 
bright face, and her voice is exactly like the Queen's. 
He is a charming man, so frank and genial, and 
he looks so well in the dark blue uniform faced with 
red, and white duck trousers, which he and all his 
gentlemen wear. Everybody goes about in uniform 
here, and every second building you see is a barrack. 
The Crown Prince and Princess's rooms are very pretty 
and comfortable. Her audience-room is lovely, all 
fitted up with blue and silver ; and his big writing-table 
amused me, with a high stool in front, like that of a 
clerk in a counting-house. After that, we visited the 
Friedenskirche, which was built, on the pattern of a 
basilica surrounded with cloisters, by the late King, 
who is buried here. A little chapel close by contains 
the grave of the Crown Princess's little son Waldemar, 
who died just before the war. There was a sleeping 
head of the child, quite buried in flowers. As we drove 
to the station I had an animated discussion with a 
Lieutenant von Magdeburg, who escorted us, on 
Macaulay's sketch of Frederick the Great, with which 
to my surprise he was well acquainted. He fired up 
indignantly when 1 expressed my entire agreement 
with our historian's condemnation of that King's father, 

1868] PRTMKENAU 155 

Frederick William i., and defended his cruel treatment 
of his wife and children with a heat which I could not 
have shown if the character of any of the Georges had 
been attacked ; but, as Countess Briihl remarked to me, 
these are sacred traditions for the Prussians. I must 
say I think few young English officers that I know are 
as well read in German as the Lieutenant is in English 

" Schloss Prinikenau, Waltersdorf Schlossen, Saturday, 
August 8. — Last night Her Majesty's Mission saw us 
off from Berlin station at 11 p.m. We had a very hot 
journey, passed Frankfort in the moonlight, changed 
at Haasdorf, and reached Waltersdorf this morning at 
5 a.m. Here an open carriage met us, and we had a 
pleasant drive over flat country, half marsh and half 
forest, until we came suddenly upon an extremely pretty 
Castle, surrounded by other houses, in the midst of a 
fine wood. Here the old Duke's daughters and Prince 
Christian's sisters, the Princesses Augusta and Henri- 
ette, received us, and I was thankful to go to bed in my 
pretty little room. This property, I learn, was bought 
by the Duke, when he was compelled to leave the 
Duchies in 1853, as a shooting-box, and has only gradu- 
ally become his home. The marshy land has been re- 
claimed by a judicious system of drainage and irrigation, 
neat farmhouses have been erected, and the condition 
of the peasants greatly improved. The Castle lies 
between the village and the wood, and consists of 
several different houses. I live in one of these with my 
Prince and Princess, and we trot over to the Duke's 
house, the Castle proper, for luncheon at one and 
dinner at five. A public road runs between our house 
and the courtyard of the Schloss, and flocks of sheep, 
carts, and droves of pigs are constantly passing by, and 
in the evening the village children often come close 
up to the windows and stare at us. In fact, it is the 
most primitive and patriarchal kind of life I ever saw. 
At I p.m. we crossed the courtyard to luncheon in the 
Schloss, and I was presented to the Duke, a very 
courteous and gentlemanlike old man — rather an invalid. 

156 A VISIT TO SILESIA [chap.xii 

His three daughters, Princesses Augusta, Amelia, and 
Henriette, are each kinder and more amiable the one 
than the other, and I especially like the 3'oungest one, 
Henriette, who reads a good deal and is very intelligent 
and sensible.^ After dinner, we went out for a long drive 
in open carriages — the only thing to be done in this 
intense heat — and had a thorough farming expedition, 
The Duke is a great farmer, and breeds horses and 
cattle on a large scale, and is proud of his fine race of 
horses, half Arab and half Percheron — a French breed. 
All the women work in the fields and go about barefoot, 
with large straw hats and very short skirts. The carts 
are mostl}^ drawn by bullocks. There are no gates or 
hedges, only now and then a ditch divides the fields. 
The wages, as a rule, are two Thalers or six shillings a 
week, but this includes the rent of their very miserable- 
looking cottages." 

The next four weeks were spent at Primkenau, 
where Louisa was treated with the utmost kindness by 
the Princesses of Holstein and their ladies, and saw an 
interesting side of German life. But it was, as she often 
repeats in her letters and Journal, in many respects a 
dull life, and the extreme heat made it almost impossible 
to take any exercise or even sit out before evening. 
Occasionally she took early rides with one of the 
Princesses in the beautiful Oberwald surrounding the 
Schloss, and enjoyed driving a pair of pretty little pie- 
bald ponies bred on the Duke's farm, while Princess 
Christian drove in a carriage drawn by a pair of gre5''S. 
Sometimes a few neighbours came to dinner, and 
once or twice heated political discussions took place, to 
which Louisa listened with keen interest. On Sunday, 
August 23, an address of welcome to Prince and Princess 
Christian, which was to have been presented on their 
arrival had it taken place at a less unearthly hour, was 
finally delivered, and by the Princess's desire Louisa wrote 
the following account of the ceremony to the Queen : 

" About half-past six, the procession approached, 

1 Princess Henriette, born 1833; married 1872, Dr. Jean d'Esmarch 
of Kiel. 

1868] A GERMAN FETE 157 

headed by the town band, followed by the Schiitzengilde, 
the Biirgermeister, and thirty young girls dressed in 
white with red and blue scarves, to represent the 
English colours. Seventy had wished to take part in 
the procession, but, alas ! enough white muslin was not 
to be had in the neighbouring town. Fortunately the 
sun shone, and the scene was a very pretty one. When 
all had taken their places, the schoolmaster's daughter 
presented the Princess with an immense bouquet of 
white roses, scarlet geranium, and heliotrope, and recited 
a marriage ode, composed by the pastor's son for 
the occasion. The Biirgermeister then made a speech, 
expressing the pleasure which the news of Prince 
Christian's marriage had given the inhabitants of 
Primkenau, and their regret at being unable to express 
their satisfaction at the time of the Princess's visit last 
year, on account of the Duchess's death a few weeks 
before. A loud ' Hoch ' was then given by all present, and 
the Prince expressed his thanks and those of the Princess 
in a few short, well-chosen words, after which a hymn 
was sung. Then the old Captain of the Schiitzengilde 
came forward, and apologising for a third expression of 
welcome by the old German saying, ' Alle guten Dinge 
sind drei,' congratulated the Prince as a member of their 
fraternity, and added that he hoped His Royal Highness 
would prove as successful in life as in sport, and would 
not fail to attain perfect happiness. A ' Hoch ' was then 
given for the Duke as head of their ' Gilde,' and for the 
ducal house, to which the Duke responded very briefly ; 
and the Prince and Princess walked round and spoke to 
several of the people, whose evident attachment to the 
ducal family it is very pleasant to see. 

" Friday, August 28. — Princess Augusta's birthday, 
50 there w^as much giving of presents, health-drinking, 
etc., and I had a lovely bracelet from my Prince and 
Princess. They do seem such a happy, united family 
party, it is quite a pleasure to see them. We all went 
in spite of rain and cold to watch the shooters and have 
luncheon with them — and a very merry one it was — 
at one of the farms, called the Adelaiden Au, where a 

158 A VISIT TO SILESIA [chap, xii 

small room has been built for this purpose. A Kiel 
Professor, Herr Mikkelsen, was my neighbour, and 
amused me very much, although I think he is a little 
inclined to evolve camels from his inner consciousness. 
Perhaps we all of us are. He is writing a life of 
George i.'s unfortunate Queen, Caroline Matilda. 
Princess Augusta gave a most interesting account of 
the interview which she and Princess Amelia had with 
the King of Prussia at Baden last summer, and how 
they pitched into him. Certainly the whole family 
has been most extremely ill-used by him, especially 
as he always professed such affection for them, and 
began by acknowledging their claims. Doubtless the 
annexation of Schleswig-Holstein will be better for 
Germany in the long run, but there has been a deal of 
dirty work to achieve it. The other evening I had a 
long talk with Princess Augusta, in which she en 
deavoured to convince me that it was not for Germany's 
advantage that the little Courts should be swept away 
and the privileges of the nobility diminished ; she even 
declares that in the Duchies, for instance, people 
look for the coming of the French as a deliverance 
But all this is hard to believe. Heavy taxation and 
other hardships there must be, no doubt, but better 
Germany as she now is than as she was in the beginning 
of this century. 

" August 31 . — A lovely morning after the rain, and I 
took a walk by myself in the Oberwald, examining the 
beautiful trees which grow with such wonderful luxuri- 
ance in this sandy soil, and wondering if our system 
of forestry is the right one. In the evening we drove 
to a long-talked-of party at Count Lohgau's at Reuthe 
We started before 6 p.m., and did not return till i a.m 
I never was more amused. There were about fifty 
people — some marvellous figures — and a few Prussian 
officers. We began with some music, which was 
wonderfully good for this out-of-the-way part of the 
world. Then came dancing, two polkas, far bette; 
danced than we in England can dance it, and thre 
quadrilles with a most complicated last figure, directe 

1 868] A GERMAN DANCE 159 

by a Prussian officer with spectacles and stentorian 
lungs. Excepting the Duke of Augustenburg, who 
came with us, I knew none of my partners ; but here 
it is the fashion to dance what are called ' extra- tours.' 
Anybody may come up and making a bow to your 
partner, twirl you off for a turn and bring you back to 
him. I enjoyed it, as the men were all alike to me, and 
I love dancing, but it would be a great bore if one had 
a really pleasant partner. After the dancing came 
'supper, which was very funny. We sat down to little 
tables without cloths, and helped ourselves to plates 
and knives and forks from trays which were handed 
round. An interminable number of dishes followed, and 
bhe whole thing lasted an immense time. But that did 
not matter, as we were so jolly at our table and made 
a furious row. Count Ranzow, my partner, is most 
amusing, and made noise enough for two ; and I never 
would have believed that Fraulein von Krogh, the 
Princesses' companion, had it in her to ' chaff ' so well. 
Princess Christian looked so nice, and it is a pleasure 
:o watch her constantly-changing expression. 
I " September 2. — I spent the morning copying a letter 
from the Queen to Princess Helena, to be sent on to the 
Crown Princess, giving an account of her ascent of 
:he Righi, which she enjoyed thoroughly. The heat 
las been intense at Lucerne, but it is cooler now, and 
Her Majesty is very well and in great spirits. Five 
.vretched Prussian officers came to dinner, looking very 
niserable, and Fraulein von Krogh being ill in bed, a 
/oung Fraulein von Buchwald and I had to manage the 
:ea, which was rather fun, but not altogether easy in a 
:ountry where the men never dream of helping you, and 
)nly make endless bows. 

" September 6. — And now the last day has come, 
md to-night we start for home. Although quiet, it 
las been a pleasant s6jour, and I can never forget all 
:he kindness that I have received in Germany. Much, 
00, I have seen and learnt during the past weeks, and 
r shall always look back with pleasure to my Silesian 


Sir Rainald Knightley 


The year 1869, which was destined to be so momentous 
a one in Louisa Bowater's hfe, opened under somewhat 
gloomy auspices. The death of her kind relative, 
Mrs. Newdegate, and the consequent cessation of her 
pleasant visits to Arbury and Harefield, and of her 
gay seasons in Arlington Street, made a considerable 
change in her circumstances. At the same time, the 
end of the year 1868 saw the last of her yearly visits 
to the old home at Sotter.ley. 

" Monday, December 7. — Prince Christian says he 
thinks a Journal is a bad thing, because in the heat 
of the moment you record things which had better 
be forgotten. Maybe ! nevertheless, to-day's record 
must be written. Family troubles have compellec 
my mother to come to the irrevocable decision — which 
had 1 been a free agent should have been made long 
ago — that this place must see us no more. I don'f 
deny that I feel it deeply, more deeply than I coulc 
have believed possible, but so it must be : the comfort i; 
that Mamma sees it quite as I do. And so the happ} 
life here is over for ever ! The bitter thoughts wit! 
which 1 started on my morning walk faded before th^ 
serene beauty of the day, which succeeded a night 0! 
fearful storms, and it was with a calmer feeling that ' 
looked round on the beloved landscape. Ah ! well-a ._ 
day ! Doubtless it is best so — God will find other worlj 
for me to do. . . . I do try to do the little things tha 
come in my way, but oh I it seems so sad to think 





Sir Kainald Knighillx, Bart. 

[To /ace />. 160. 


the mass of want and misery there is in the world and 
to be able to do nothing, 

'^Christmas Eve, 1868. — Another Christmas at 
Sotterley and the" last! I little thought, when eight 
years ago we spent our Christmas alone together — 
Mamma and I — that thus it would be. I don't feel very 
Christmass}'-, and yet as long as my sweet mother is 
spared to me the world can never be very desolate. 
The wind moans and whistles sadly, and I do not feel 
attuned to the angels' song. God comfort all who 
are in trouble, sorrow, need, sickness, or any other 

: adversity. 

" January 2, 1869. — I took leave of poor old Hannah, 

' and said good-bye to several of the old friends whom 
I have known from early childhood. It seems very 
hard to leave these poor people with no one to look 
after them ; but God's ways are not our ways, and He 
will doubtless provide for them, and give me other 
work to do. We leave early to-morrow for Norfolk. 

^ And so ends life at Sotterley. 

II " Weeting, Brandon, January 7. — Certainly this is 
ja very amusing party — quite out of the usual Norfolk 
groove — Mr . and Mrs . Gurdon, Colonel and Mrs . Gardiner, 
Count Maffei and Lord Henley, whom we met last year at 
Haddon. I walked with Colonel Gardiner, Mr. Gurdon, 
' and the children to join the shooters, and watched a 
)very exciting ' hot corner,' and had a pleasant chat 
, and much chaff with Lord Henley on the way home. 

I" January 8. — I had a most charming walk with 
Colonel and Mrs. Gardiner all across country to join 
the shooters on the other side of the Ouse ; and the 
5ky reflected in the water, with the river winding away 
. into the distance, and groups of tall Scotch firs scattered 
about, while the afternoon sun lighted up the red 
louses of Brandon, formed a picture worthy of one of 
Seorge Eliot's novels. It was quite dark when we 
'eturned, and I sat by Lord Henley again at dinner, 
md listened with amusement to a conversation be- 
:ween him and Count Maffei on proposing and being 
'efused ! ! ! — a matter of which I have had some experi- 


ence, although I naturally kept my own counsel. Count 
Maflfei was also very interesting about the impending 
appointment of a new Italian Minister, saying that it 
was of the utmost importance to a new country like 
Italy to be socially as well as politically represented 
in this country. 

" Richmond Park, March 13. — I was much shocked 
by the news of the Duke of Schleswig-Holstein's death. 
I feel so sorry for those poor Princesses, hurrying the 
one from England and the others from Pau, to arrive 
only in time to see their father die. It takes my 
thoughts back to Primkenau — to the last drive on the 
last evening, and to the pleasure that it was to him to 
see all his children around him. How well I remember 
the way in which he paced up and down the gallery 
one evening, cursing Bismarck, and lamenting the 
folly of his son in ever putting trust in his promises. 
Certainly he was a fine old gentleman. We drove in 
the Hammersleys' beautiful open carriage, which they 
have kindly placed at our disposal while they are at 
Brighton, and called on Lady Alice Peel at Marble Hill, 
the abode of George 11. 's mistress, Lady Suffolk, and 
one of the few remaining villas which the last cen- 
tury made famous or infamous. Lady Alice was most 
interesting, and amused us with a story of ' Lady 
Beaconsfield,' as Mrs. Disraeli is now styled, taking her 
home in her carriage from the Drawing-room, after 
Lady Alice and Lady Salisbury had been discussing 
if they would speak to her ! I had no idea the split 
in the Cabinet of 1867 was carried as far as that." 

Louisa's interest in politics remained as keen as 
ever, although she seldom now had the opportunity 
of discussing these questions with Mr. Newdegate. 
Her remarks on the admission of John Bright into the 
Cabinet are characteristic of the period, liberal as she 
considered her own opinions to be. 

" December 4, 1868. — Ministers have resigned ! The 
decided Liberal majority, 112, — chiefly, however, 
furnished by the borough, — made it evident that there 
must be a change before Christmas, so Mr. Disraeli has 

1869] A NEW CABINET 163 

adopted the wise and dignified plan of resigning at 
once, and Mr. Gladstone was with the Queen for two 
hours yesterday. And that artful dodger, Dizzy, has 
got his wife made Viscountess Beaconsfield, so he keeps 
power and she gains rank. I really give him great 
credit ! 

" December 12. — The new Cabinet is formed, and 
the Right Hon. John Bright has been not sw^orn of Her 
Majest3^'s Privy Council, but has made the affirmation 
required by law. Alas, poor Queen ! However, may- 
be he will be more moderate when shackled with the 
responsibilities of office. The other members of the 
Cabinet are not very Radical. Mr. Lowe is Chancellor 
of the Exchequer ; Lord Clarendon goes to the Foreign 
Office ; the Duke of Argyll is Secretary for India ; Lord 
Granville, Colonial Secretary ; Mr. Cardwell, Secretary 
for War ; Mr. Bruce, Home Secretary ; Sir W. Page 
Wood, Lord Chancellor ; Mr. Goschen, Poor Law ; 
Lord Hartington, Post Office ; Mr. Childers, Admiralty. 
Well, pray God it may go well ! We live in anxious, 
troublous times." 

Her affection for the members of the Royal Family 
was undiminished. She records the birth of Princess 
Christian's eldest son with joy, and thanks God for the 
safety of her beloved friend. A month later she heard 
of Prince Leopold's Confirmation with deep interest, 
and read Archbishop Tait's beautiful charge on this 
occasion, which the Prince had sent her, with a heart- 
felt prayer that its " noble aspirations for his future 
career may be realised." 

On the 29th of March she officiated as bridesmaid 
at the marriage of her friend Lady Julia Melville to 
General Robertson, and made the now habitual re- 
flection that she herself seemed destined for a single 
life. She frankly admitted that she would have pre- 
ferred to be married had the right man presented 
himself, but at twenty-seven she hardly thought 
this to be likely. She had, as we have seen, refused 
many offers and never regretted her decision, and 
although in one case she owned that her feelings had 

i64 SIR RAINALD KNIGHTLEY [chap, xiii 

been at the moment touched, she remained heart-whole. 
She Httle dreamt when, on the day after the Roe- 
hampton wedding, she accompanied her mother to pay 
a visit to Mr. and Mrs. Gage at Firle, that she was about 
to meet her future husband. 

" Firle Place, Lewes, Ttiesday, March 30, 1869. — We 
left home early and went up to London Bridge, whence 
we had a charming trajet, through very pretty country, 
to this delightfully quaint old place at the foot of the 
Downs — a great rambling house with a central court- 
yard, a splendid hall and fine picture gallery. A 
most agreeable small party — our kind host and hostess, 
Mr. and Mrs. Gage, her brother. Sir Rainald Knightley,^ 
and Sir Thomas Munro, two exceedingly pleasant 
men, with whom I thoroughly enjoy mental trotting out. 

" Friday, April 2. — The morning was devoted to 
croquet, which we plaj^ed insanely all yesterday in 
the teeth of a cold east wind. In the afternoon we 
had a charming walk to the top of the Downs behind 
the house. We could not see the view, but it was 
great fun scrambling down, and I had much talk with 
Sir Rainald. I wonder if I begin to understand him? 
He strikes me as a very good average sort of man : 
clever, without being a genius ; good, without having 
a very high standard — in short, not unlike myself. 
I wonder what his faults are? Mr. Thomas arrived, 
and nearly killed us with his Sussex stories of stool 
ball — a curious game, not unlike cricket, which the 
women in this part of the world play. Oh dear ! how 
I wish I could remember what I read ! I stumbled so 
fearfully over Madame des Ursins, in our conversation 
at dinner, and I did think I knew her ! 

" Saturday, April 3. — We travelled up as far as 
Croydon with Sir Rainald and Mr. Thomas — a most 
amusing journey. I seldom remember so agreeable 
a party, and am quite sorry the visit is over. We 
got home by 3 p.m., and I devoted myself to copying 
some interesting notes which I read at Firle on Brown- 
ing's ' Childe Roland to the dark tower came.' It is 

* A day to be kept for all time. — L. K. 

1 869] COURTSHIP 165 

wonderful how they clear up its meaning, though I 
doubt if the best sort of poetry ought to be a sealed 
book to all but the very choicest spirits. George 
Ehot's ' Spanish Gypsy ' is, I confess, far more to my 

That first meeting at Firle made a deep impression 
on the girl's mind, and she returns to it in her Journal 
at intervals all through the next few weeks. 

" My head very full of last week," she writes on 
April 15, " but I must not dwell on it too much. . . . 
Nora Campbell told me of Sir Rainald's long devotion 

to Lady . It is a touching story, and 1 like all I 

hear of him." 

One day at the end of April Louisa caught sight of 
Sir Rainald in the Park, and was much provoked because, 
seeing a crowd of men round the carriage in which she 
was sitting, he only bowed and passed on. A month 
later, she and her mother came up to spend a month 
with a cousin. Miss Wheatley, in Beaufort Gardens, 
and met Sir Rainald several times. He called on Lady 
Bowater, joined Louisa out riding in the Park most 
mornings, and danced with her at the Palace ball. 
Political interests drew them together, and the Irish 
Church Bill, which had lately been brought forward 
by Mr. Gladstone, was the subject of many of their 

" June 19. — A charming ride in the morning, and a 
long talk with Sir Rainald about last night's division 
in the House of Lords. There was a majority of 
33 in favour of the second reading. The Bishop of 
Peterborough's peroration was certainly magnificent. 
Lord Derb}'' says it has never been surpassed during his 
long parliamentary career ; Lord Ellenborough, that 
there has been no such speech since the days of Plunkett. 
Certainly there never has been a question in my time 
v/hich has agitated the upper classes so much, but still 
I hold to my opinion that it is a simple act of justice 
and earnestly trust that the Bill may pass. Sir Rainald 
has done his best to induce Lord Salisbury to vote in 
its favour, and, humanly speaking, this has decided the 

1^6 SIR RAINALD KNIGHTLEY [chap, xiii 

fate of the Bill and avoided a fearful collision. But 
many good men and true look on this as an act of 
sacrilege, involving the country in a downward course 
of irreligion. And yet ! do not justice and truth go 
before everything ? and may we not on our side sa}", 
' Pais ce que dois, advienne que pourra ' ? God alone 
can know what were Mr. Gladstone's motives for 
bringing it forward . I wonder if he has misgivings ? 
Expediency would have been best consulted by leaving 
it alone. 

" June 2j . — My thoughts were busy with the im- 
portant event apparently impending in my life. I am 
anxious and nervous about this week, yet why be so ? 
All is in God's hands : He will guide all as is best. 

' I see my way as birds their trackless way. . . . 
In some time, His good time, I shall arrive ; 
He guides me and the bird. In His good time ! ' 

" June 28. — We went to a breakfast in Buckingham 
Palace Gardens, at which the Queen herself was present 
and the Viceroy. It was a pretty sight and a fine party, 
but — tell it not in Gath ! — very cold and very dull. 
The Queen did not speak to us, and Sir Rainald was, 
to say the least of it, very odd, very different from what 
he has been. I can't make him out. 

" July 2. — I rode with Miss Mordaunt, and Sir 
Rainald joined us. We had the pleasantest talk that 
we have yet had — all the uncertainties of the last two 
days have quite vanished. Dear mother is so good. 
That is the worst part, but I think, with God's blessing, 
we shall be very happy." 

Several pleasant rides and political discussions 
followed. Then came a large dinner-party, after which 
Louisa had a long talk with Sir Rainald, and a ball at 
Mrs. Angerstein's, which she enjoyed more than any 
other of the season, and ended b}^ going down to supper 
with him. On Lady Bowater's return to Richmond 
Park, Sir Rainald came down with his sister, Mrs. 
Gage, to a large croquet party, and invited Louisa and 
her mother to pay a visit to Fawsley, his country place 

1869] BETROTHAL 167 

in Northamptonshire, during the second week in August. 
This time there could be no doubt as to his intentions. 
" To think," adds Louisa, in recording the fact on 
July 17, " that probably the greatest event in my life 
will be decided in less than a month." 

On the loth of August she accompanied her mother 
to Fawsley, and describes the beautiful drive from 
Weedon and through the park to the fine old house, 
which Sir Rainald had recently enlarged and restored. 

'^Fawsley, Daveniry, Wednesday, August 11. — We 
took a long and charming ride in the morning round 
this beautiful park, w^ith its woods and glades, deer, 
water and distant views, and had much pleasant talk, 
though upon everyday subjects. In the afternoon we 
played croquet. Sir George Osborn and his daughter 
arrived to luncheon, Lord and Lady Listow^el came to 
tea, and Charley Newdegate arrived to dinner. I sat 
between him and Sir Rainald — a curious combination. 
All seems to me to be passing in a dream. I am not 
excited, only quieter than usual, but very happy. 

" Friday, August 13. — No, I can't write any de- 
scription of to-day, but I have plighted my troth to 
Rainald Knightley, and from the very bottom of my 
heart I pray God that He will help me to be a good 
wife to him. He is so good and nice, I am sure we 
shall be happy together. There is but the one wrench 
— of leaving Mamma. It was all settled coming out 
of the dear little church here, which Rainald took me 
to see this morning. 

" August 14. — The Osborns departed, to our great 
joy, and we had a long, long talk, and a delightful ride 
in the afternoon. What have I done to deserve such 
love, such happiness ? I can only pray God to help 
me to be a little worthy of it. There is not a word he 
says that does not realise my highest ideal. And the 
Gages are so kind. 

" Sunday, August 1 5 . — A very, very bright and sunny 
bit of life. The agitation of the last few days has a 
little bit subsided, and every hour makes me know him 
better and love him more dearly. We had such a nice 

i68 SIR RAINALD KNIGHTLEY [chap, xiii 

walk together all round the lovely Dmgle, where the 
sun was shining through the trees, as it will, I hope, 
shine into our lives. Church was not till late in the 
afternoon, but it was very nice to tread that little path 
again and in God's own house to pray for a blessing on 
our new life. 

"August i6. — Papers and carriages! — sublunary, 
practical considerations, but very pleasant ones withal. 
He is so kind, only too much inclined to spoil me and 
waste money upon me. We had some nice walks 
besides, and long, happy talks. 

" August 17. — Another happy walk and talk before 
we left. He is so nice and good — well, I can't write 
about it, so it is no use trying. We came home. 
What a change since we left here I 

" Richmond Park, August 18. — I was hard at work 
all the morning, writing letters to announce the happy 
event. I really do not know how to be happy and 
thankful enough — there never was anything so perfect 
as it all is — as he is. I only hope my head will not be 
turned ! I am not worthy of such happiness, but it 
comes from God . I only hope it will not make me selfish. 
Dear Mrs. Gage has been so good to me — she must feel 
it, but she is so unselfish ; and Mr. Gage and Mr. Knightley 
are so kind too. Never was anyone more affectionately 
welcomed . 

" August 19. — I had m}^ first letter from him — 
such a nice one — and answered it. I hope he will like 
mine. I am getting a little more used to my happiness 
now — but oh ! it does seem so wonderful. I destroyed all 

memorials of my foolish old penchant for Captain B , 

and have told Rainald all about it, except the name. 

" Auoust 21. — Letters! letters! letters! — and 
another charming one from him. Lady Leven came 
in the afternoon, and brought me my first wedding 
present. I sometimes still feel as if I must pinch 
myself, to be sure it is really me ! " 

The next week Sir Rainald Knightley spent a few 
days at Thatched House Lodge, and Louisa enjoyed 
showing him her favourite haunts. Together they 


rowed on the river and drove or walked to Hampton 
Court, Coombe Wood, and White Lodge. When he 
left for Scotland she was surprised to find how much 
she missed him, and how she hungered for his letters, 
and began to wish for October 20 — the date on which 
her wedding day had been fixed. A busy month 
followed, during which crowds of visitors found their 
wa}' to Richmond Park. Princess Mar}^ and Prince 
Teck, Lord and Lady Russell, and many other old friends 
came to wish Louisa joy, and presents from Princess 
Louise, Prince Leopold, the Duke of Grafton, and 
many of the Ro^'al Household arrived. Earl}'' in October 
her " absent Knight " returned to town, and she spent 
her days shopping with him in town and walking 
about Kensington Gardens, or riding in their former 
" happy hunting-grounds " — Rotten Row. 

" Such lovely things he gives me ! " she writes, — " a 
dressing-case, sets of pearls and diamonds, — all quite 
too beautiful. I hardly feel as if they ought to belong 
to me. To-day he brought with him a beautiful pair 
of carriage-horses, which he has bought for me, and we 
went together to Heal's after furniture. I felt so odd, 
choosing and ordering things, for he doesn't help one 
bit ; and then we walked home to Beaufort Gardens 
through the closing twilight, arm in arm. Oh dear ! 
this is such a happy time — happier than my brightest 
dreams could ever have pictured it ! " 

" Richmond Park, Sunday, October 17. — The last 
Sunday of my maiden life. All day j^esterday I was 
very busy tearing up and arranging old letters, finishing 
all my preparations. It is rather sad closing the old, 
happy life. But next Sunda}-, please God, I shall kneel 
beside my husband at His altar and consecrate our 
new life to Him. Now I look back, I see how God 
has been training me all along for the work He intended 
me to do in life. I have been waiting, how often 
impatiently and faithlessly, with little of that con- 
centration of pui-pose of which Stopford Brooke speaks so 
well in a sermon which I read this morning. Standing 
on the eve of a new life, I dedicate my future to Him 



to-day. May He teach me to be a loving, obedient 
wife, a kind, wise mistress ! Ma}^ He — I know He will 
— give me strength to do my duty in the state of life 
to which He has called me ! 

"... It is the last day — dressmaker, shopping, 
signing settlements, arranging presents which poured 
in all day, and finally exhibiting them to any number 
of people. Such was its outward history. Within, I 
am perfectly calm, peaceful, happy, thankful ; and my 
darling mother bears up bravely. I cannot write more 




On the 20th of October 1 869 Louisa Bowater was married 

to Sir Rainald Knightley in the church of St. Peter, 

Eaton Square, from the house of her cousin, Martin 

Smith, in 13 Upper Belgrave Street. The wedding is 

best described in her own words. 

" Fawsley, Wednesday, October 20. — Our wedding 

day ! The new Ufe has begun, our solemn vows have 

been pHghted before God's holy altar, and my darling 

Rainald and I are man and wife. Now — odd as it 

seems — my Journal must be true and faithful still, and 

give an account of our wedding day. A glorious day it 

was, sunny and bright as heart could wish — a glad omen, 

I verily believe. I did not feel in the least nervous — 

at least I felt there was too much to be done and thought 

of, to allow myself to give way. My exquisite wedding 

bouquet was a present from dear Princess Christian, 

as well as the lace veil which I wore. When I was 

dressed and waiting, the band of the Scots Fusiliers 

marched past. It was a most curious coincidence, like 

a greeting from my dearest father, and it brought tears 

to my eyes. Martin Smith was most kind, and came 

to fetch me when all was ready. Of course Uncle 

Frederick Barne, who gave me away, behaved in an 

eccentric manner ; but my bridesmaids were all there 

to time, and looked very pretty and nice in their pink 

frocks. They were Fanny Corbet, Tina Montgomery, 

Susan Rowley, Julia Angerstein, Evelyn Bathurst, 

Helen Ellice, Frances Vanneck, Caroline Duncombe, and 


I ^2 MARRIAGE [chap, xiv 

Mina Nugent. I had a long time to wait first for 
Rainald and then for Mr. Knightley and Mr. Story ,^ 
who married us ; but I did not regret this, as it gave me 
plenty of time to collect my thoughts. Dear Rainald 
was ver}'' nervous, Mr, Knightley still more so. I felt 
so perfectly happy in my choice that I could repeat 
the solemn words quite steadily, although Mr. Knightley 
went so fast, it was very difficult. It was very soon 
over, and Mamma, Uncle Frederick, Charley Newdegate, 
Mr. Gage, and Sir Thomas Munro witnessed the marriage. 
The next half-hour was rather trying, going about 
talking to people. I seem to have seen most of my 
old Sotterley friends — Ad^le Arnold, Lucy Wormald, and 
St. John. At one they all went in to breakfast, and we 
retired to a snug little luncheon upstairs. At 2 p.m. 
we went down, took leave of a few, very few, people, 
my darling mother bearing up beautifully and dear 
Tina being most helpful — and were off, the group of 
pink bridesmaids looking so pretty on the steps. The 
N.W.R. were most polite, giving us a saloon carriage 
all to ourselves. Lord Denbigh came and congratulated 
as we started, which also recalled dear Papa, and then 
away we sped to Blis worth, where a special engine 
brought us to Weedon. Here our new carriage was 
awaiting us, and at Dodford the Daventry volunteer 
corps was drawn up and gave us a heart}^ cheer. Our 
progress through Newnham was a small triumph, bands 
playing, bells ringing, arches of evergreens and flags 
and loud cheers all the way. The tenants, about 
thirty in number, very well mounted, were drawn up 
at the park gates, and escorted us to the house, the 
foot-people racing alongside, tumbling over each other 
in the fern in all directions. The bells of the dear little 
church that we love so well rang merrily, and all the 
school-children were drawn up in front of the house. As 
the carriage stopped, the tenants formed up outside 
the portico, and a very pretty and touching address 

^ The Rev. Valentine Knightley, Rector of Preston Capes and Char- 
welton (1836-1878), and Rev. W. Story, Rector of Fawsley, both cousins 
of Sir Rainald. 

1 869] AT FAWSLEY 173 

was read. My darling husband spoke well and clearly 
in reply, and did not break down as I feared he would, 
for he felt it deeply, and his golden heart was indeed 
touched. The children strewed flowers at my feet as 
I stepped out of the carriage and we passed in, and 
so ended the long, trying, but happy day, and Rainald 
and I entered on our new life in our own home. May 
God bless it to us ! 

" Fawsley, October 25. — The days go by so quickly 
it is hard to keep account of them. But it is very nice 
being quietly at home after all the excitement of the 
last few weeks. Of course one feels rather shy and 
strange, but dear Rainald is so thoughtful and con- 
siderate that I shall soon feel quite at home. We take 
walks round the Dingle and all about this beautiful 
park, and have paid visits to the gardeners' and wood- 
men's cottages, and went all through the hothouses 
with the very loquacious head-gardener, and saw the 
nursery, which would fill mother with envy and is in 
beautiful order. So indeed is everything about the 
place, although I plague Rainald's life out with chaff 
for his ignorance of the cottages and farms, and most 
of his own concerns. Yesterday we drove in Rainald's 
American spider to Canon's Ashby, a most deliciously 
quaint old place with a very fine church, and met the 
owner. Sir Henry Dryden, a still quainter person, with 
blunt, rough manners, and such queer old-fashioned 
clothes, looking exactly as if he had stepped out 
of Dickens's novels. To-day I have entered on my 
housewifely duties and been all over the house with the 
housekeeper, Mrs. Eaton, and an upholsterer from 
Daventry, arranging, contriving, and glorying in my 
new domain. I felt myself to be my mother's own 
daughter ! I hope the workmen who are still busy 
decorating the new rooms will be gone in a day or two, 
and then we can arrange the furniture and chintzes, etc. 
Rainald went to Daventry on justice business this 
morning — absolutely the first time we have been 
separated for half an hour. I was much gratified by 
a most kind and gracious letter from the Queen with 

[ 74 MARRIAGE [chap, xiv 

a very pretty turquoise and diamond locket, containing 
a photo of dear Prince Leo, with a lock of his hair and 
underneath ' From V. R., October 1869.' ^ I have been 
strolling about alone, and enjoy feeling myself the 
mistress of this beautiful place. There are lovely walks 
and rides in all directions, and I have been riding one 
of Rainald's hunters, which carries me very well, in the 
afternoons, or driving my new pony-carriage, which is 
charmingly light and easy. Last night we talked politics, 
and Rainald showed me the correspondence about 
last year's election, in which he was very badly treated, 
also Lord Derby's letter of 1866, offering him the 
Under-Secretaryship of Foreign Affairs, ' the best thing 
out of the Cabinet,' which he refused because he would 
not serve under Disraeli. He told me of his attack on 
the Whig Government that year and of a lucky hit 
which he made in comparing the Premier to a tipsy 
man, clinging to a lamp-post, unable to advance, fearing 
to retreat, unable to stand, yet afraid to fall. He said 
it set both sides of the House in a roar, while Mr. Glad- 
stone sat scowling with rage, quite unable to see the 
joke. He also showed me a curious letter from Lord 
George Bentinck, giving the whole history of his resigning 
the leadership of the Conservative party, on the Jew 
Bill in 1848, and another from Lord Cranborne, the 

1 The following is the text of the autograph letter addressed to Lady 
Knightley on this occasion by Her Gracious Maiesty, Queen Victoria : 

" Balmoral, October 22, 1869. 
" My dear Louisa, — I was unfortunately not aware that your 
marriage was to take place before the end of this month, and therefore 
delayed sending you my offering. This morning I see that your marriage 
took place on Wednesday, and I hasten to write these lines to wish you 
every possible happiness in your married life for many, many years to 
come ! I need not say that I shall ever take the warmest interest in 
your welfare. The accompanying locket contains the likeness and hair 
of Leopold, the poor little boy whom you were so kind to, when God took 
your dear fathers both away on the same day. I hope you will often 
wear it, in recollection of him and me. You will be glad to hear that he 
is particularly strong and well — unberufen, as the Germans say. Your 
dear mother will, I fear, miss you dreadfully. Hoping ere long to have 
the pleasure of seeing you and your husband, — Believe me always, dear 
Louisa, yours very affectionately, Victoria R. 

" Pray send me your photograph, as well as Sir Rainald Knightley's." 


present Lord Salisbury, anent the Reform Bill of 1867, 
in which he says that 'John Bright has been haranguing 
Beaumont on the dangers of household suffrage and this 
democratic Bill ! ' It is curious to see how they all seem 
to treat Delane, the Editor of the Times, as a power in 
the State." 

The hunting season opened early in November, and 
meets of the Pytchley, Bicester, and Duke of Grafton's 
hounds w^ere the leading events of the winter at Fawsley, 
Lady Knightley began by driving her husband to the 
meets, and before long took to riding to hounds herself, 
and became Sir Rainald's regular companion in the 
hunting field. Another occupation which proved of 
absorbing interest was the state of the cottages on the 
estate, to which she early turned her attention. 

" November 18. — Rainald and I walked to Down 
Farm directly after breakfast to look at a cottage 
where some people called Ames live, which has only 
two bedrooms and where a third is wanted. Imagine 
how much I felt in my element ! I hope we shall be 
able to make a tidy job of it. But I am not quite 
happy in my mind about these poor people, since, as 
they live in a ' shod,' i.e. a cottage attached to an 
outlying farm, the farmer, not unnaturally, objects to 
their keeping a pig. I was glad to find out, however, 
that they have two sons living at home, one earning 
fifteen shillings a week as blacksmith here, the other 
working as a shoemaker at Badby. ... I must say the 
people here are much better off than wdth us in Suffolk, 
and you see big flitches of bacon hanging up in every 
kitchen. But I fear it will be some time before much 
can be done here in the way of cottage-building, the 
farms absorb so much money, and even now all the 
cottage rents are spent in repairs." 

Lady Bowater, to whom her daughter confided her 
new anxieties, offered to bring a little book of Lord 
Cawdor's on Housing with her to Fawsley, a proposal 
which Louisa welcomed eagerly, being, as she says, 
" always on the look-out for hints." But Sir Rainald 
added a postscript — half in jest, half in earnest — to his 

176 MARRIAGE [chap, xiv 

wife's letter, begging Lady Bowater on no account to 
bring Lord Cawdor's book, adding : " Louisa's bother 
about Ames's cottage has cost me thirty pounds already. 
She and her cottage improvements are the plague of 
my life ! " 

" November 19. — This afternoon we drove out in 
what Rainald calls ' prelatic pomp,' to return visits in 
the neighbourhood, and found every single mortal at 
home. Rainald 's face of utter despair was very 
amusing. I am afraid our near neighbours, as I 
have seen them so* far, are indeed ' nigh-bores.' I 
never saw a less promising set. But I dare say I shall 
find some people worth knowing. When we return 
from the round of visits over which Rainald is already 
groaning, I must go and see some of the poor people and 
begin to know them, which I have not yet had any 
opportunity of doing." 

Two da^^s afterwards Sir Rainald and Lady Knightley 
left home to pay visits to old friends in Suffolk, and she 
had the great pleasure of taking her husband to see 
Sotterley on the way to Lord Stradbroke's house at Hen- 
ham. After a day or two at Claridge's Hotel, they went 
on to Longleat, where Lady Knightley found plenty to 
interest her in Lord Bath's noble house with its pictures 
and splendid librar}^ A visit to the Duke of Beau- 
fort at Badminton was followed by a few days at her 
" dear old Arbury," where she had the joy of meeting 
her mother, and onl}- longed that Mrs. Newdegate could 
have been present to share in their happiness. 

** Saturday, December 18. — We left dear Arbury with 
regret, but oh ! with what exquisite happiness did 
we find ourselves once more in this beautiful home — 
all the new rooms we have furnished ourselves waiting 
for us, and presents and letters without end. This first 
return home was indeed a happy one. 

" December 22. — I was hard at work all day, arrang- 
ing books and furniture, up to the last moment, when 
I had the pleasure of welcoming the dear mother to my 
own home ! Dear Mary Wheatley arrived soon after- 
wards. It does seem so natural and pleasant to have 


them here. The ground is covered with snow, and 
there is a sharp frost. A real Christmas scene ! 

" December 23. — The whole evening was spent in 
the servants' hall, assisting in the distribution of dear 
Rainald's charities to the inhabitants of these six 
villages — Charwelton, Hinton, Woodford, Badby, 
Newnham, Everdon, and Preston. The system is 
admirable, and has gone on for generations, and it was 
pleasant to see the poor women trotting off with bundles 
of calico, flannel, and blankets. In the afternoon 
arrived Sophy and Henry Gage, their boy Harry, Sir 
Thomas Munro, and Val — a charming family party. 
My dear old Philip also came. 

" Christmas Day. — Our first Christmas together ! 
It seems so strange to think that this time last year 
we did not even know each other by sight. Certainly 
this is far the happiest Christmas I have ever spent. 
How shall I ever be thankful enough ? Was ever 
mortal so blest as I am ! Everything this world can 
give is bestowed upon me, and it all flows from my 
husband's love, and that is the gift of God. Work 
too He has given me — the work I have wished for so 
long. Oh, may He also give me grace to do it faith- 
fully! My heart is full. I cannot WTite all I would." 

These passages from Lady Knightley's Journal show- 
how complete her happiness was in these early days of 
her wedded life. Marriage not only satisfied the crav- 
ings of her heart ; it placed her in a position for which 
she was admirably fitted, and above all it supplied the 
opportunities for work which she had long desired. 

The family into which she had married was one of 
the oldest and proudest in Northamptonshire. The 
Knightleys traced their descent lineally from Sir Rainald 
de Knightley, who came over with the Conqueror and 
s mentioned in Domesday as " lord of the manor of 
Knightley in Staffordshire." They settled at Fawsley 
n the reign of Henry v., and in the course of a few 
years became the owners of no less than thirty-three 
Tianors in Northamptonshire. The oldest part of the 
louse goes back to the first half of the fifteenth century, 

1/8 MARRIAGE [chap, xiv 

and the kitchens and noble hall with its fine oriel date 
from about 1500. Early in the sixteenth century, a 
Sir Richard Knightley married the daughter of the 
Duke of Somerset, who was Lord Protector during the 
minority of Edward vi., and became notorious for his 
championship of the Puritan cause. The " Martin 
Marprelate " tracts, the first of which appeared in 1588, 
the year of the Armada, are said to have been issued 
by a secret press set up at Fawsley in a small chamber 
above the oriel window of the great hall. His de- 
scendant, another Richard, inherited the Puritan tradi- 
tions of the family and was a strong supporter of the 
Parliamentarian party. An interesting record of proceed- 
ings in Parliament from 1623 to 1640, in his hand- 
writing, is still preserved at Fawsley, and has been 
partly printed by the Camden Society. Man}'^ con- 
ferences between the chief Parliamentarian leaders took 
place at Fawsley, and during the Civil Wars a printing 
press is said to have been set up once more in the secret 
chamber. Sir Richard's eldest son married a daughter 
of Hampden, but opposed the King's execution and took 
an active part in the restoration of Charles 11., who 
knighted him at his coronation. These historic memories 
were of the deepest interest to Lady Knightley, who 
devoted herself eagerly to the study of the Knightley 
pedigree and portraits, and made many fresh dis- 
coveries in the family history. The leading part which 
the Knightleys had played in more recent county politics 
was to her a still greater source of pleasure. From 
1852, when his father, the venerable Sir Charles Knight- 
ley, retired from Parliament, Sir Rainald had been one 
of the representatives for South Northamptonshire, a 
post which he filled during the next forty years. Lady 
Knightley, we have seen, had been keenly interested in 
politics from her childhood. Now she threw herself 
with ardour into all her husband's pursuits, and afforded 
him invaluable help in his public career. 

On the other hand, the situation was in many 
respects a difficult one, and all her courage and wisdom 
were needed to overcome the obstacles in her way. 


Life at Fawsley was fashioned on the most antiquated 
pattern. As DisraeH wrote of his Buckinghamshire 
home : "It was sylvan and feudal," Sir Charles 
Knightley had been a typical country gentleman of the 
good old days. He farmed his own land, brewed his 
own ale, and reared a famous breed of cattle known by 
the name of the Knightley shorthorns. After he gave 
up his seat in Parliament to his son in 1852, he lived 
altogether at Fawsley, surrounded by the members of 
his family. His wife, Selina Hervey, granddaughter 
of the first Earl of Bristol, had died in 1856, but his 
only daughter, Sophy, who married Lord Gage's son 
in 1840, made her home at Fawsley during most of 
the year, together with her husband Mr. Gage and their 
only son, Harry. Two nephews who had taken orders 
and held family livings — Valentine Knightley, rector 
of the neighbouring parishes of Preston Capes and 
Charwelton, and William Story, who was at the same 
time rector of Fawsley and curate to his Cousin Val — 
made up the party, while Mr. Gage's old friend, Sir 
Thomas Munro of Lindertis, also spent the winter at 
Fawsley and brought his horses with him for the 
hunting season. Fawsley, situated as it is in the 
heart of South Northamptonshire, was an admirable 
hunting centre, and, after the fashion of their neigh- 
bours, all the men of the party rode to the neighbouring 
meets of the Pytchley, Bicester, Warwickshire, and 
Duke of Grafton's hounds. Sir Rainald himself always | 
said that he began to hunt at the age of six, and never 
left off till he was seventy-six. As in many other of our 
remote country districts, the feudal system still pre- 
vailed to a remarkable extent on the vast estates which 
had so long been Knightley property. Women and 
girls dropped low curtsies, men and boys touched 
their caps and pulled their forelocks at the sight of 
any of the quality. Doles of warm clothing, boots and 
shoes, flannel and calico, sheets and blankets were dis- 
tributed in the great hall every Christmas. A fat ox 
was killed, and joints of beef were given to labourers 
and cottage tenants. But of the real existence of their 

i8o MARRIAGE [chap.xiv 

poorer neighbours and dependants, of their habits and 
thouglits and ways of Hving, the inmates of the big 
house knew nothing. It was much the same with their 
more well-to-do neighbours, the smaller gentry and 
clergy of the neighbourhood. Once a year a haunch 
of venison from Fawsley Park was sent to each of these 
as a graceful recognition of their existence, and before 
an election Sir Charles himself drove round in his 
high phaeton and called at all the principal houses to 
ask the owner to do him the honour of recording his 
vote in favour of Cartwright and Knightley, the Con- 
servative Members who had represented the county 
for many years. Sir Charles kept this practice up to 
the time of his death, when he was over eighty, and 
drove round in his American spider, attended by a single 
groom, to canvass his old constituents on behalf of 
his son Rainald, who was about to take his place. There 
are many Northamptonshire folk who still retain a lively 
recollection of the fine old man as he was in these last 
days of his life. I remember myself how my brother 
and I used to be taken as children to have luncheon 
and play with his little grandson, Harry Gage, and a 
very awe-inspiring function it was. We were solemnly 
ushered into Sir Charles's presence, and followed the 
little procession, led by the bent, silver-haired old 
man, who walked leaning on a gold-headed cane and 
supported by his daughter, a gentle, sad-faced lady, 
into the dining-room. Tall liveried footmen stood 
round the table, the old butler behind Sir Charles's 
chair, and a haunch of venison on a massive silver dish 
was always set before him. We were naturally very 
shy on these occasions, and our elders were very silent. 
The Gages said little ; Mr. Knightley, in our eyes a very 
formidable personage, never opened his lips ; and Sir 
Charles generally contented himself with patting my 
brother's head and giving me a kindly smile. But 
what made up for all was the sight of the glorious 
riband border, for which in those days the gardens of 
Fawsley were famous, and which attracted visitors from all 
the countryside . I can still remember the glowing colours 


of the long rows of hollyhocks, gladioli, brilliant Mrs. 
Pollock geraniums, blue lobelias, and yellow calceolarias, 
between the grass w'alks and ponds, surrounded by the 
red-brick walls of the old kitchen garden. 

When in 1864 Sir Charles died, full of years and 
honour, the famous riband border was broken up. A 
troop of gardeners were dismissed, and thousands of 
geraniums and lobelias were given away. The house 
was shut up. Mr. and Mrs. Gage settled with old 
Lord Gage at Firle, and Sir Rainald went to live in town. 
Up to this time he had always said that it was im- 
possible to marry, since, as he explained to his old 
kinsman, Lord Cottesloe, if he left Fawsley it would 
break his father's heart, and if he took his wife to live 
there it would certainly break her heart. But now he 
felt that it was incumbent on him to marry for the 
good of the family. So he determined, first of all, to 
improve the house at Fawsley and adapt it as far as 
possible to modern requirements. With this object, a 
whole suite of new living-rooms facing south and an 
entrance porch were added, which certainly increased 
the comfort of the house if they could scarcely be said 
to add to the beauty of the old Tudor buildings. Then, 
with his sister's help, he deliberately looked about him 
in search of a suitable wife. In a fortunate hour he 
met Louisa Bowater, and wooed and w^on her for his 
bride. Many of her friends wondered how this brilliant, 
handsome, and much-admired girl could be content to 
marry a man who was more than twenty years her 
senior and who had little that was likely to attract her 
fancy. Sir Rainald was a singularly silent and reserved 
man, with none of the geniality which had made his 
father so popular with his neighbours and constituents. 
Tall and dignified, wdth fine features, iron-grey hair, 
and a slight stoop, he was an aristocrat to the tips of 
his fingers. But his courtly manner and distinguished 
bearing attracted Louisa from the first. He talked 
well when he chose to exert himself, had a consider- 
able knowledge of French literature, and was a great 
authority on whist His abilities commanded the atten- 

1 82 MARRIAGE [chap, xiv 

tion of his colleagues in the House of Commons, and 
his utterances, although rare, were always thoughtful 
and to the point. As an old county member and a 
foremost representative of the large landowners in the 
Midlands, he was treated with respect by successive 
ministers and was distinguished for his personal devo- 
tion to Lord Salisbury and his aversion to Mr. Disraeli, 
whom to the end of his life he regarded with deep-rooted 
distrust. Mr. Gladstone always said that he considered 
Sir Rainald to be one of the cleverest members of the 
old Tory party and beyond doubt the most dexterous 
debater in the House. His fastidious taste and pride 
in his ancient lineage often excited the mirth of his 
opponents, and on one occasion, when he was sitting in 
the smoking-room of the House of Commons descanting 
on his favourite topic, Sir William Harcourt exclaimed, 
in the words of Bishop Ken's evening hymn : 

'- And Knightley (nightly) to the listening earth 
Repeats the story of his birth ! " 

Such were the husband and home with which Lady 
Knightley 's destinies were henceforth associated . Happy 
as she was in her new surroundings, dearly as she loved 
her husband, her keen perception quickly realised the 
defects of the system to which she now belonged. Its 
narrowness and exclusiveness repelled her from the 
first. " We live in a groove here," she exclaims re- 
peatedly in these early years of her married life, " and 
this is a bad thing for us all." With her love of reading 
and travel, and her eagerness to acquire fresh knowledge, 
she could not long remain content with this narrow 
circle. She used to declare laughingly that when she 
first came to Fawsley no one read any newspaper but 
the Morning Post, and that the only magazine ever 
seen on the drawing-room table was the Quarterly 
Review. But she quickly changed all this, and was 
soon able to introduce at least a measure of sweetness 
and light into her new home. The neighbours might, 
as she remarked, be an unpromising set at first sight, 
but closer acquaintance revealed the existence of more 


than one whom she felt to be worthy of respect and 
whose friendship she became eager to cultivate. " I 
like to go to Edgcote," she writes a year after her 
marriage, " and see the Cartwrights. These girls read 
and think, and it does me good to see them and discuss 
books and music with them and hear them play, which 
they do quite admirably, I must say." She never forgot 
hearing Schumann's " Warum ? " played at a rain^^ 
garden-party at this particular house, and declared that 
it gave her a new idea of the power and meaning of 
music. But whether her neighbours were dull or 
interesting, clever or stupid, Lady Knightley was de- 
termined to have a share in their joys and sorrows, 
and if possible make Fawsley a centre for rich and 
poor alike. This was no easy task, and many years of 
resolute and persevering effort were needed before it could 
be accomplished. But from the moment of her marriage 
Lady Knightley 's charm and goodness made themselves 
felt by all those with whom she came into contact. 
This radiant young bride, beaming with happiness and 
goodwill, brought a new element into life at Fawsley, 
and her coming was welcomed by all ranks and classes. 
From the first, as we have already seen, she threw 
herself into the lives of farmers and labourers on her 
husband's estate, and used her influence to improve 
their condition. " Louisa loves all this ! " Sir Rainald 
remarked one day to a guest who was tramping over a 
ploughed field to visit a farm : " I hate it ! " Church 
life, again, was at a very low ebb in these villages. 
" Sundays here," she wrote soon after her marriage, 
" are very unsatisfactory." As long as Sir Charles 
lived, both his nephews, the rectors of Charwelton and 
Fawsley, had made their home at the big house, but 
when Dr. Magee became Bishop of Peterborough he 
insisted on these clerical gentlemen residing in 
their respective parsonages and attending to their 
parochial duties. But how lax this observance still 
remained may be realised from the fact that on Sundays 
only one service was held in Fawsley church, and that 
this was alternately Matins at 12 and Evensong at 

1 84 MARRIAGE [chap, xiv 

12.15, while Holy Communion was celebrated four times 
in the year.^ Lady Knightley's deeply religious nature 
was sorely distressed at this state of things, and she 
did her best to improve the services as far as this was 
possible. She started classes on Sundays, read with 
her own young servants, and set to work to train a 
choir. She made a point of never missing the weekly 
practices when she was at Fawsley, and took the keenest 
interest in the task. " Our first performance in church ! " 
she writes on March 26, 1870. " It went off much better 
than I had expected. I really think we have the making 
of a very nice choir, and I only hope the singing, which 
makes them all come to church, will not have the 
effect of diverting their attention from the service." 
But she found little sympathy with these aspirations 
in her husband's family. Both Sir Rainald and his 
sister, Mrs. Gage, a genuinely pious and devout woman, 
had been brought up on strictly evangelical lines, and 
disliked all innovations in the services to which they 
were accustomed, and it was many years before the 
church services at Fawsley were conducted in a manner 
congenial to Lady Knightley's feelings. 

1 A friend of Lady Knightley's who was a frequent guest at Fawsley 
gives a graphic account of the Sunday services. After taking morning 
service at Charwelton, where he was curate to Mr. Valentine Knightlcy, 
Mr. Story would appear at the house about noon, to collect a congregation. 
Anyone who felt inclined to attend service, then accompanied him to 
church, where he proceeded to read Matins and deliver a sermon in a 
monotonous voice, without any attempt at punctuation. On one occasion 
he complained of a sore throat, and Sir Charles, who was then living, 
desired him not to preach a sermon. However, his voice improved, and 
he was on his way to the pulpit, when the old clerk rushed forward with 
outstretched arm and, seizing him by the gown, cried out, " Sir Charles 
says ye mayn't ! " The Rector withdrew obediently, and no sermon 
was preached that day. 

Sir Charles KNiGHiLtv, Bari. 

(From a miniature at Fawsle}-.) 

[To face p. 184. 



Hatfield and Brook Street 


Politics, as we have seen, had occupied much of 
Lady Knightley's time and thoughts in her girlhood, 
and her marriage brought her into intimate contact 
with the leading statesmen of the day. One of the 
first visits which she paid with her husband, in the winter 
of 1870, was to Hatfield. 

" Friday, February 4. — How little 1 imagined, 
when gazing at this fine old house from the railroad, 
that I should ever find myself a guest beneath its 
roof ! However — to proceed soberly — dear Sophy Gage 
and Henry left us directly after breakfast, and we 
travelled by the old familiar way of Leighton and 
Luton, catching a glimpse of the dear mother at Wheat- 
hampstead. We walked up from the station with Lord 
Carnarvon, and by degrees made out all this immense 
party — beside the Carnarvons, Mr. and Mrs. Gathorne- 
Hardy, Count Streleczki, Mr. and Mrs. Froude, Lord 
Percy, Mr. John Murray, Mr. Fergusson (author of the 
Handbook of Architecture), Lord Verulam, Sir Henry 
Drummond Wolff, Lady Alderson and two daughters, 
a Mr. and Mrs. Drew, and Dr. Frankland, an eminent 
chemist. I sat between Lord Percy and Lord Salisbur}^, 
and after dinner talked to Mr. Froude, who is certainly 
very agreeable. He gave a most extraordinary account 
of dinners in old days at Lord Houghton's, and of 
Swinburne standing on a sofa, reciting some of his 
most passionate verses, ' making himself as wicked 

as he knew how,' and of Ruskin saiUng up to the 



poet with outstretched arms, exclaiming, * Exquisite ! 
divine ! ' 

" Saturday, February 5. — After breakfast, I went all 
over this very fine house — one of the finest, in some 
respects, which I have ever seen. The gallery is a 
dream, and the armour}^ below also very fine, and 
the pictures — chiefl}^ family portraits — most interesting. 
Afterwards I pottered about with Mr. Fergusson, look- 
ing at the Old Palace in which Queen Elizabeth lived, 
which is now turned into stables, but has a quite 
magnificent hall. It really requires all one's eyes and 
ears, for meantime Rainald and Mr. Hardy were sparring 
very amusingly over politics — Mr. Hardy reproaching 
him and Lord Salisbury with preferring to keep up 
personal enmities, instead of sacrificing them for the 
good of the party, to which Rainald retorted, ' Oh ! if 
you had gone when he did, that Reform Bill would never 
have been passed.' In the afternoon we drove to the 
Vineyard, a quaint old garden near the river, with yew 
hedges, putting me a little in mind of Sans Souci. At 
dinner I sat between Lord Carnarvon and Mr. Murray, 
both of whom I found very agreeable, as also Sir Henry 
Wolff, to whom I talked afterwards. Lord Cairns came. 

" Sunday, February 6. — We all went to the parish 
church, where we heard a very young sermon from a 
very young clergyman — not a wise sermon, perhaps, in 
view of his congregation, but honest, modest, and, as 
Lord vSalisbury added, ' original,' besides having the 
merit of keeping us all awake. The rain drove us back 
from our walk this afternoon, but at tea we had some 
pleasant discourse from Mr. Cyril Graham about the 
religion and language of the native Indians who inhabit 
the Hudson's Bay territory. They speak no less than 
forty distinct languages, and singularly enough among 
their traditions is that of Cain, whom they believe still 
to exist as a being ten feet high, of most malignant 
temper. I again sat between Lord Percy and Lord Salis- 
bury, and talked a good deal to the latter about the 
condition of religious thought in this country. He 
thinks we are rapidly approaching a state of religious L 


chaos, what will come after it is hard to say, and with his 
far-reaching, statesmanlike eye, he seemed to pause and 
look on into the future. He was rather consohng about 
Education ; and also spoke of Dean Stanley, whom he 
does not think very profound, and the Archbishop of 
Canterbury (Dr.Tait), whom he defines as being very just, 
capable of seeing both sides of a question, but also very 
imperious. The Bishop of Peterborough (Dr. Magee) he 
described very contemptuously as 'an excellent speaking- 
machine,' adding that his speech on the Irish Church 
possessed every element of a fine speech save one — it was 
not in the least the speech of a Bishop. That quality, he 
added, was possessed by the Archbishop's speech on this 
occasion. In the evening we had conjuring tricks, etc. It 
is pleasant to see how utterly unaffected Lord Salisbury 
is, ready to laugh at anything, how fond he is of his 
children, too, and how much he cares for what is right. 
We had evening service at 6 p.m. in the private chapel, 
and very impressive it was. In short, I think — in fact 
I am sure — I never enjoyed a visit so much. It is 
indeed rare to meet so many clever, remarkable men 
at one time, yet they none of them seemed to clash, 
but all enjoyed themselves equally." 

From Hatfield Lady Knightley accompanied her 
husband to town for the meeting of Parliament, and paid 
a flying visit to her old home and to Frogmore, where 
she lunched with Princess Christian, who entered most 
cordially into her friend's new-found happiness, and 
then returned to Claridge's Hotel for a couple of nights. 

" Wednesday, February 9. — In the evening we went 
to a very amusing party at Lady Cork's, my first d^but 
en femnie mariee. Everyone was particularly civil and 
pleasant, and I think I shall get on. There were a great 
many celebrities — Lowe, Goschen, Childers, Sir Roundell 
Palmer, Sir Roderick Murchison, Lord Houghton, etc. 
Mr. Lowe was particularly amusing, saying that Dizzy's 
speech last night, on the state of Ireland, was a very 
feeble affair — ' Bite deeply, or bite not at all ! ' At least 
he was reassuring as to the future of Ireland ; and 
altogether I enjoyed myself immensely." 


The next two months were spent at Fawsley, where 
the building of a new farmhouse, the instalment of a 
schoolmistress at Badby, and the training of the village 
choir made Lady Knightley busy. Sometimes she 
drove to hounds, sometimes took long walks with hei 
husband in rain and snow to inspect farms or visit 
outlying cottages. " But whatever we do, all our life 
is sunshiny, thank God for it ! " she writes. Occasion- 
ally some county function demanded the Member's 
presence, and then his young wife always accompanied 

^'Fawsley, March i. — Rainald and I made a very 
early start in the high dogcart, and had a pleasant drive 
of fifteen miles, through Preston, Canon's Ashby,Moreton 
Pinkney, Weston, and Helmdon to Brackley, a townlet 
reminding me of Beaconsfield. We went at once to 
the newly restored Chapel, founded by the Knights of 
St. John of Jerusalem, now the property of Magdalen 
College, which was formally reopened to-day. The 
full Church service was refreshing, and I liked Mr. 
Thicknesse's sermon on ' The poor have the Gospel 
preached to them.' As he spoke of close parishes 
and village schools, of bad cottages and the alarm- 
ing aspect of affairs, warning us, the prosperous ones 
of earth, to fight against these evils lest our national 
greatness and virtue should crumble to decay, one felt 
nerved and encouraged to do one's very best. At 
luncheon I sat between him and the Duke of Grafton, 
and had a good deal of interesting talk about the Educa- 
tion Bill. Lord Ellesmere, the Bishop of Peterborough, 
Mr. Thicknesse, and the President of Magdalen all spoke, 
and then we adjourned to the parish church, where the 
Bishop consecrated the new burial-ground and gave an 
address which, although very eloquent, disappointed 
me by its lack of serious thought, reminding me of Lord 
Salisbury's ' excellent speaking-machine.' The drive 
home over rolling stones, in pouring rain, was hardly 

A second visit to Claridge's, although chiefl}^ spent 
in house-hunting, was made memorable by another 

1870] MR. GLADSTONE 189 

party at Lady Cork's, where Lady Knightley was 
introduced to Mr. Gladstone. 

" Claridge's Hotel, March 9. — I went to Buckingham 
Palace and spent an hour with dear Princess Christian, 
We dined with the old Duchess of Cleveland, which was 
not lively, though I was pleased to meet Lord Hotham, 
such an old friend of my dear father, with whom he went 
out to Spain in 181 2. On to Lady Cork's, which was 
very amusing. I was especially interested in a con- 
versation between Rainald and Mr. Gladstone, who was 
most particularly courteous and pleasant. He began by 
remarking on the change in social intercourse since he 
first entered Parliament in 1832, when, he said, it was 
limited by politics, whereas now all parties mix freely. 
Then they talked about the Irish Land Bill, which he said 
he and his colleagues had endeavoured to make as 
distinctly Irish as possible, so as to preclude all notion 
of it being applied to England. Rainald remarked 
that the scale of compensation was too high, upon which 
Mr. Gladstone replied, as he has since said in his speech 
on the conclusion of the debate, that if the Bill passed, 
it would add seven years' purchase to the value of land, 
and that the hardship of being turned out bore far more 
severel}^ upon a man who paid ;i^io a year than upon 
one who paid ;^ioo. Of course I listened with all my ears, 
and eyes too. He is a plain man, but has a wonderful 
brow and piercing e^^es. The beauty of the evening was 
Lady Wentworth — a clergyman's daughter married last 
August to ' Ada's ' son. A sweet, innocent face — may 
it long remain so ! I looked at Lord Wentworth with 
great interest, remembering my father's school-friend- 
ship with his grandfather, Lord Byron, and the letter 
which Lady Milbanke wrote to my grandfather. Admiral 
Bowater, from vSeaham, announcing her daughter's 
marriage to the poet. . . . 

" March 17. — We have taken 18 Upper Brook 
Street from Easter till Michaelmas. May God's blessing 
be upon the event which we hope will take place 
there ! 

" March 23. — I had rather an unhappy, worrying 


day. An interview with Dr. Farre damped instead of 
confirming the hopes in which we have been so sanguinely 
indulging. The suspense and anxiety are very trying, 
and even worse to me than my own is my darhng's 
disappointment. May God give us strengtii to resign 
ourselves to His holy will, and to be thankful for the 
many blessings we enjoy, even if it should please 
Him to withhold this — the crown of all ! I went to 
the Palace to see dear Princess Christian, who was 
kind as ever, and in the evening to Lady Margaret 
Beaumont's ball. Shall I, or shall 1 not, record with 
what results ? I think I will, for I do not wish to 
forget that, if Rainald was cross, for the first time in 
five months, it was entirely my selfishness and thought- 
lessness which made him so. For these there was no 
excuse, while his vexation was more than palliated by 
a long day of worry and disappointment. But it is all 
right now. 

" March 24. — My darling's morning greeting was 
more than enough to compensate for last night, and all 
is sunshine again. We dined with Lord and Lady 
Donegall in Grosvenor Square, and had an agreeable 
party. My neighbour, Lord William Osborne, amused 
me much with his stories of Lord Lytton, the old 
Duchess of Cleveland, etc. ; and Mr. Montague CoiTy 
was also very pleasant. 

" Fawsley, March 29. — We all went to Daventry 
steeplechases. Dear Sophy Melville and I in my pony- 
carriage, the rest of the party — Lady Francis Gordon 
and her daughter, Mr. Cheney, the Tomlines, Sir Thomas, 
Mr. Edgell, and Philip — in the omnibus with four horses. 
It was an amusing day altogether, and I enjo3^ed 
walking about with Rainald and making acquaintance 
with his farmer-friends. The last race was tremendously 
exciting, ending in a dead heat at the end of four miles. 
Lord Donoughmore, Val, and William Story dined, and 
we had great fun at a round game. 

'^ March 31. — A lovely morning! I drove Lady 
Alwyne Compton to the meet at Shuckburgh, and 
seldom enjoyed anything more. She goes at once into 

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the category of the very choice spirits of this earth, 
who act on one mentally and morally as a tonic, and 
are as good as they are clever. We talked much of art, 
which has, I feel, this winter occupied a smaller place 
in my life than it ought to. I must give myself up to 
it more in the summer. It is quite curious how well 
we agree about everything. Rainald, Sir Thomas, 
Sophy, and I played croquet, — a delicious little party, — 
and the evening was pleasant with three such agreeable 
men . ' ' 

In the following week, a large party arrived for 
Northampton Races — a proceeding with which Lady 
Knightley owns she was frankly bored. " I hate 
races ! " she writes. But the second day was enhvened 
by the arrival of the Bishop of Peterborough, who, 
much to the general consternation, came to hold a 
Confirmation at Badby in the race-week, and paid his 
first visit to Fawsley. To the surprise of the whole 
party, he proved a most agreeable guest, and laid the 
foundations of a lasting friendship with Lady Knightley. 

" April 6. — The Bishop followed us up here after 
the Confirmation, w^hich Sophy Gage and I attended, 
and we found him an immense acquisition to our 
party, so very agreeable and easy to get on with, 
full of good stories — in short, exceedingly pleasant. 
He talked a good deal about Education, and thinks the 
Irish plan works ver\^ w-ell. This would save an in- 
finity of trouble, as the system must be more or less 
alike in both countries, and denominational education 
in Ireland means Ultramontane education. 

" April 7. — Before breakfast I took the Bishop to 
the church, with which he was much pleased, and I am 
quite sorry his visit should have been so short. All 
our guests departed, save Henry and Sophy — which 
was an immense relief. The exertion and strain of so 
big a party is very great, and none of the lot suited me 
particularly. But we did an immense amount of 
civility in the way of asking people, and it was quite 
the right thing, this first year, to take a good party 
to the Races. We shan't do it again in a hurry ! " 


Easter was spent at Firle, where, to her daughter's 
joy, Lady Bowater was also asked, and Sir Thomas 
Munro made up just the same party as that of the year 
before, when she met Sir Rainald for the first time. 

" Firle, Easter Day, April 16. — This day seemed 
to breathe the spirit of those beautiful lines from the 
Christian Year : 

' And there are souls that seem to dwell 
Above this earth — so rich a spell 
Floats round their steps, where'er they move. 
From hopes fulfilled and mutual love.' 

All together — dear little Harry for the first time — 
we knelt together in the primrose-decked church to 
receive Holy Communion, dearest Rainald remember- 
ing how last Easter Day he had pra3"ed that he might 
find the right wife ; so that we may humbly hope our 
happiness is even more than in the common sense God- 

"... All these days have been most enjoyable, the 
brightest sun, the bluest sky, tempting one to be out 
the whole day, doing nothing but read and play croquet. 
A very bright and sunny bit of life. . . . 

" Richmond Park, Monday, April 25. — My twenty- 
eighth birthday, and I may truly say the happiest I 
have ever spent since the famous fourteenth one — 
fourteen years ago. We left Firle with much regret 
after a very happy week, went to London and inspected 
our Brook Street mansion, with which we are much 
pleased, and paid a visit to Hatchard's, where Rainald 
gave me no end of charming books, the Idylls of the 
King, all Miss Austen and Sheridan, besides a new 
parasol — the very same present dear Papa gave me 
fourteen years ago. Then we came here by the old 
familiar route, down to this dear old home. It is such 
a pleasure to be here again with the dear mother and 
to revisit all the familiar holes and corners. 

"18 Upper Brook Street, April 28. — We took leave 
of dear Mamma after our happy little visit, and came 
up here, where I was busy the rest of the day, settling 



1870] A LONDON SEASON 193 

into our new abode — which will, 1 hope, be a happy and 
eventful home to us." 

The season which followed was a gay and pleasant 
one for the \^oung wdfe. She thoroughly enjoyed the 
pleasures of London society, and dined out with her 
husband and went to balls without, " strange to sa^''," 
she remarks, " feeling the least wish to dance." But 
she saw a great deal of her old friends, and was never 
so happy as when she could drive her mother out in 
her " beautiful new carriage," or better still, spend the 
day with her at Richmond. Sir Rainald knowing her 
love of riding, gave her a " delicious little horse," 
which rejoiced in the name of " Meggie," and on which 
she rode most days in the Park, with or without him. 
They gave a few dinners at home, which no one enjo3^ed 
more than Lady Knightle}' herself, who delighted to 
collect congenial persons, and made an admirable 
hostess. Sir Rainald was fond of plays, and took his 
wife to all the best theatres, especially the Robertson 
plays. Caste, School, etc., w^hich were then the great 
fashion. On Sunday mornings, Lady Knightley 
generally took Sir Rainald to hear her favourite 
preacher, Mr. Stopford Brooke, whose thoughtful 
sermons she had alwa3^s appreciated, while in the after- 
noon they often went to hear Mr. Brookfield. A few 
passages from the Journal are given below : 

" May 27. — Rainald and I went to luncheon with 
the Speaker, and saw all over the House of Lords, 
which I thoroughly enjoyed. The Speaker's dining- 
room is one of the most fascinating rooms in London. 
You see the traffic over Westminster Bridge, yet never 
hear a sound. You gaze down upon the river, and see 
St. Paul's in the distance, while opposite, St. Thomas's 
Hospital is rapidly approaching completion. We 
admired the mosaics in the Central Hall of the House 
of Lords and the small frescoes in the Corridor, and 
peered into the actual House, where the Lord Chan- 
cellor was hearing appeals, saw the Queen's Robing- 
room, which has some fine oak-carving, and descended 
: into the Crypt, where the Abbots of St. Stephen's are 


buried, which has lately been restored, and is used as 
a chapel. After looking at the statues of statesmen 
in St. Stephen's Hall, we took our departure, well 
pleased with our day and our guide, Mr. Edward 
Denison, the Speaker's brother. 

" Faivsley, Saturday, June 4. — We left London 
about twelve, travelled down with Major Whyte- 
Melville — a most amusing companion — and arrived 
at this dear old place on a lovely summer evening, 
the thorns still in full bloom, the air sweet with their 
perfume — everything in the greatest beauty. Together 
we strolled about — oh ! so happily. The sky is so 
blue, the sun gleams so brightly through the full fresh 
foliage of leafy June, the air is so pure — I never saw 
the place look so beautiful. And I am so happy 
with my darling. I do not feel our one trial so deeply 
as he does. His deep love for me, I believe, helps 
him over what he must, to a certain extent, feel as a 
want of sympathy in my sunny but shallow nature, 
which ever turns away from all that is painful. I 
often feel that I am not worthy of him, but I do love 
him with all the power I have, and I think he knows 
it now, although the other day I dragged out of him 
that he had long thought my feeling for him was only 
liking, fondness, not love. But it is love — the deepest, 
truest, best I have to give. 

" Castle Ashby, Northa^npton, Tuesday, June 7. — 
Another bright and sunny bit of life ! We left Fawsley 
early, and were here soon after twelve. Dear Lady 
Alwyne received us ; and Lord and Lady William, 
Lady Marian Alford, Miss Mary Boyle, and the poor 
invalid. Lord Northampton, make up the part}^ We 
wandered about the gardens, feasting our eyes on the 
wealth of roses, and resting by the fountain in the 
conservatory garden, which, in its deep rest and shade, 
is unlike anything else I know. After luncheon, we 
drove up the avenue and through the woods, which 
a little bit reminds me of the Thiergarten at Primkenau 
— oh ! how long ago that seems now. We visited 
the two giant oaks, Gog and Magog, W'hich stand in 

i87o] CASTLE ASHBY 195 

a field near a farmhouse, with a few other equally 
ancient trees and a great ring of wood all round. Lady 
Alwyne then took me over the house. There is — as 
at Longleat — a quaint old library at the top of the 
house, and a fine room called ' King William's dining- 
room,' otherwise the interior is chiefly remarkable 
for its rich, luxurious, and artistic atmosphere — bright 
touches of colour and a wealth of flowers and books 
everywhere bearing witness to the refined and cultivated 
tastes of the whole family. Sad it is, in the midst of 
these delights, to see the shrunken, attenuated form 
of the man who owns them all, doomed to a life of 
pain and privation. Yet as I sat by his chair to- 
night and listened to his explanation of the exquisite 
designs which he has made for a dressing-case for 
Lady Brownlow and his other beautiful drawings, I 
could not help seeing how art brightens and cheers 
his existence. The day ended with service in the 
lovely little church, which seemed to give reality to 
the unseen communion which links heaven and earth 

" Fawsley, June 8. — Only too earty we had to 
tear ourselves away from this ' Earthly Paradise,' 
and drive to Northampton, where I had to appear at 
my first public meeting. However, as it was merely 
to give away prizes for patching and darning to small 
girls, I did not much mind, and should not have minded 
at all if it had not been for the vote of thanks. It is 
not pleasant to have civil speeches made about one 
to one's face, before two hundred people ! After it 
was over, we went to see the famous Round Church, 
built like the Temple Church, in imitation of the Church 
of the Holy Sepulchre at Jerusalem, and came back 
to play croquet in the warm summer evening. 

"18 Upper Brook Street, June 10. — I did not stir 
out all day, being entirely occupied in doing the flowers 
for our dinner. However, I had Soph}^ Melville to 
help me, so didn't mind, and later Mary Wheatley 
and Nora Campbell came in. Our dinner consisted 
of Lord and Lady Cork, Lord and Lady Ellesmere, 


Mr. and Lady Margaret Beaumont, Lady Francis 
Gordon, Lord Sligo, and a few others. It was very 
cheery, and went off well ; and Rainald was very well 
satisfied, which was a great thing. I went on to Lad}'- 
Margaret Charteris's ball, which was very pretty, 
very smart, and very enjoyable. I am getting to know 
people well enough not to feel forlorn. I feel the 
world before me * like an oyster,' and am deter- 
mined to open it — though not with my sword, and the 
slight difficulty one experiences only makes me more 
determined not to be beat. 

" June i6. — I went with Sophy to hear the debate 
on Education in the House of Commons, and most 
amusing it was. Mr. Gladstone made a long, confused, 
diffuse speech. I thought it was mj^ stupidity which 
prevented me from understanding it, but I soon found 
other people were in the same case. Afterwards we 
discovered that its purport was to accept Mr. Cowper- 
Temple's amendment that no Catechism or distinctively 
denominational formularies should be taught in the rate- 
founded schools, and that the voluntary schools should 
be independent of the new School Boards. As soon as 
he sat down, up sprang Dizzy, and in the cleverest, 
most aggravatingly-amusing speech, avowed his utter 
inability to comprehend the proposed changes. An 
animated discussion followed, which ended in the debate 
being adjourned till Monday. We trotted back to 
Whitehall, where I dined ; and the evening was enlivened 
by a magnificent thunderstorm, which lighted up the 
Towers of Westminster quite beautifully. 

" Sunday, June 19. — I spent the morning quietly, 
sitting out in the garden — ^which does not sound like 
London, although the blacks destroyed the illusion — and 
reading Regit d'une Sceur, which grows more and 
more touching and heartrending. Ah me ! I feel 
now, as the Queen says she used in happier days, so 
sorry for a widow. I know that was the thought that 
passed through Rainald 's mind yesterday, when we 
were looking at Millais' picture of ' The Widow's Mite,' 
in the Academy. In the afternoon we went to Grosvenor 

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Chapel to hear Dean Goulburn, towards whom I feel 
almost as if he were a friend — from knowing his books 
so well. He preached what Rainald called * a sensa- 
tional,' but what I thought a very excellent sermon on 
' Inasmuch as ye did it not,' bringing out very forcibly 
the actual guilt of sins of omission, as shown by the 
three parables of the foolish virgins who took no oil, 
the unfaithful servant who hid his talent, and the sheep 
and the goats. Indolence towards self, towards God, 
and towards our neighbour, how little do we contemplate 
it in this awful light ! Oh ! may God deepen the 
impression these solemn words made on my mind, that 
I be not carried away bv this pleasant, luxurious, idle 
life ! 

" June 22. — The heat was tremendous, and I only 
drove about with my dear old companion and governess, 
Agnes Lentz — a thing we have talked about doing for 
fourteen years ! We went to see Mr. Murray about 
the Maintenon letters, which I copied from the MSS. in 
my father's possession and sent to him. He says they 
have not been printed, but that Lord Stanhope thinks 
too much of this lady's correspondence has been already 
given to the world for their publication to answer. 
Mr. Murray, however, intends to submit them to the 
Due d'Aumale, with a view to their being printed by 
the Philobiblion Society, of which he is the head, and 
also recommends me to communicate wdth the French- 
man who is now editing Madame de Maintenon 's letters 
in Paris. 

" June 24. — We had a very enjoyable expedition 
down to Windsor for the Queen's breakfast. It poured 
with rain all the morning and all the wa}^ down, but by 
the time we had wandered round the state apartments 
it cleared, and by degrees a bright stream began to 
trickle slowl}^ dowm the staircase outside the White 
Drawing-room — the gay colours which are so much 
the fashion contrasting well with the grey stone of the 
Castle. The weather afterwards became lovely, and 
it really was very pleasant. The British public chose 
to grumble, but I think they enjoyed it, all except the 


wretched peers and commons, who had to return almost 
as soon as they got there, for divisions on Irish Land 
and Education. Dear Prince Leo was too ill to do 
more than look on from a terrace. 

" Sunday, June 26. — I was off betimes to breakfast 
with Nora Campbell and hear Mr. Liddon preach at 
St. Paul's, Knightsbridge. His text was : ' He that 
seeth his brother have need and shutteth up his bowels 
of compassion from him . . , how dwelleth the love of 
God in him? ' The first part, on the necessary inter- 
dependence of the love of God and man and the im- 
possibility of loving an abstraction labelled God, was 
very fine. The second part was a lecture on Political 
Economy and Pauperism, especially applied to demolish- | 
ing what I have always felt but could not prove to be 
the false doctrine of maintaining that increased luxury 
and expenditure on the part of the upper classes is 
good for the lower. Certainly, morally, it is bad for 
both. Still, altogether I don't like him as well as 
Stopford Brooke. 

''July I. — I started earl}' with Mr. Heathcote, 
Mar}^ Wheatley, and Nina Packe for a sketching ex- | 
pedition to Windsor, which, alas ! was ruined by a heavy 
storm. We dined with Lord William Osborne, and 
went on to Sir Dudley Marjoribanks' fine new house 
in this street, where was all the world. It is very 
handsome certainly, especialh'' the staircase, and I 
think the public ought to be much obliged to him for 
adding a really fine house to the few there are in this 
monotonous city of ours. Now I want to see Dorchester 

" I am a good deal annoyed, I must confess, by 
Lady Holland having only asked us to her last two 
breakfasts. It is a trifle in itself, but shows very 
plainly the way the current flows, and that instead of 
having, as I hoped, succeeded in society, I have failed, 
at all events for this season. It is foolish to care so 
much, but I do. Perhaps the mortification is good for 
me, and I certainty should not mind so much if it did 
not mortify Rainald too ! Yet when one reads Le 


RSgit d'une Scaur, and breathes that purer atmosphere, 
one can only despise oneself for clinging so desperately 
to this foolish world. 

" /"6^ 3- — Nora came to breakfast, and as in old 
times we set forth early to hear Mr. Stopford Brooke, 
and were amply rew^arded. It was on the woman with 
the alabaster box of ointment and Judas 's protest 
against the waste. The lesson deduced was that it is 
downright wrong for artists and poets and men to whom 
the power of discovering and expressing beauty, and of 
raising, refining, and beautifying men's lives, has been 
iriven, to leave this their own work and waste their 
energies on the war with material evil, which is quite 
a right work for others. Incidentally, he said a great 
deal about the degree of expenditure which is right for 
food and dress, and the motives which should govern 
all expenditure. Like Liddon, he inveighed against 
the false political economy which upholds luxury 
because it is good for trade. Somehow, curious as 
some of the sermon was, it made one feel stronger and 
better for one's work, anxious to regulate one's ex- 
penditure aright, to spend wisely, feeling that even in 
things which are not immediate charity one may be 
doing work for God. I am sure he would appreciate 
the tone of the Northampton family. 

" July 6. — We went late in the afternoon to Holland 
House, which has long been the object of my ambition. 
Imagine, so to speak, in the heart of London, a delicious 
old Elizabethan house, with a fine avenue of elms, and 
a park which entirely shuts out the world, a garden — 
oh ! but a garden one sees in a dream, so exquisite in 
colour, so delicioush" framed in by quaint hedges with 
tall white lilies gleaming against them, and the rich 
red of the house as a background — a garden in which to 
sit and dream away the happy hours, and where one 
would not be the least surprised to see a fairy spring 
from the white bells. Even the people, bright as 
were the dresses and pleasant the society, seemed 
almost de trop. Rainald introduced me to Mr. Delane, 
the Editor of the Times — a mighty power in the State. 


We went to the Palace concert, which is always enjoy- 
able, and I liked hearing Mile Nilsson sinjij, ' Kennst du 
das Land ? ' out of Thomas's opera, Mignon. Lady 
Marjoribanks' ball in that beautiful house was also 
extremely pleasant. I do like going out ! I hope not 
too much . 

" Saturday, July g. — We went to Lord's for the 
last day of the Eton and Harrow match, which 
was tremendously exciting — the closest match known 
for years, Eton winning by only 21 runs. The 
scene afterwards would have amazed a foreigner ! 
Everyone shrieked and yelled violently, while the 
victorious Eleven were hoisted — a remarkably honour- 
able, but I should think very unpleasant process. All 
along of eleven little boys having beaten eleven other 
little boys at a game probably quite incomprehensible 
to two-thirds of the spectators ! 

" July 13. — I went off very early with Mamma 
to see the opening of the Thames Embankment, It 
was a gay and pretty spectacle, and the Embankment 
will be an immense gain to London. We went to 
Holland House, which was charming as ever, so fascinat- 
ing indeed that we did not get home till late, and found 
the Cavendish-Bentincks had already sat down to 
dinner, much to Rainald's disgust. I sat between Mr. 

Leopold Rothschild, who was pleasant and Lord K 

who was dull, hut we talked across to Mrs. Cavendish- 
Bentinck and Mr. Cheney, and altogether I enjoyed my 
dinner and a party afterwards. Evidently Apollonia, as 
Dizzy calls her in Lothair, understands Society. I 
went on to Lady Otho Fitzgerald's for five minutes — a 
dull part}^, but worth going to for the sake of the picture 
framed in b}^ the open window of the Towers of West- 
minster with the full moon hanging immediately over 
them. It carried one's thoughts — oh ! so far away ! 

" Knole Park, July 14. — This is a day which must 
be chronicled before I sleep — it has been so bright and 
beautiful. I left London at twelve for Sevenoaks, 
and a drive of little more than a mile brought me to 
this really magnificent old country house, with its 


courtyards, arcades, and quaint low rooms. The party 
consisted of the Duchess of Montrose, Sir Frederick and 
Lady Elizabeth Arthur, Mr. Primrose, Mr. Cornwallis 
West, and Prince Lichtenstein — ' un gentil petit prince,' 
an attache of the Austrian Embassy. The three young 
men were nice enough, especially Mr. West, but the 
rest not simpatici. We strolled about the garden, 
admiring its dazzling flowers, tall overarching trees and 
deep shady glades, and I sat out under the limes, heavy 
with bees and blossom, to sketch a bit of the oldest 
part of the house, with its black and yellow gables and 
lattice windows. Later, we set forth in a cavalcade of 
pony-carriages, which reminded me of Silesia, to drive 
down some of the long grassy glades and then through 
shady lanes and hop-gardens to the most delightful old 
place that was ever heard or read or dreamt of — Ightham 
Mote. Deep down in the valley the old house stands, 
built round a courtyard gay with creepers and sur- 
rounded by a clear deep moat. Beyond is a smooth 
bowling-green, bounded by grassy terraces, with tall 
white lilies and a yew hedge shutting out the world. 
We spread our tea on the banks of a little stream under 
a fine cedar, and I longed for a more sympathetic party 
to share my delight . Mr . Cornwallis West , my charioteer , 
was the only one at all in harmon}^ with the place ! 
Afterwards, Lord Buckhurst drove me back to Knole by 
an even prettier way, through woods and glades in- 
numerable. We dined in the long gallery of James the 
First's da3^s, lighted by old silver sconces ; and Rainald 
and I gazed long on the moonlight in the courtyard 
from our latticed window before ending this ever- 
memorable day. 

" July 15. — After breakfast. Lord Buckhurst took 
us all over this most interesting old house. We saw 
the state bed-chamber of James i., with its beautiful 
repousse silver mirrors, sconces, dressing-plate and 
silver table. Another room had been fitted up with 
Venetian chairs and tapestry for the reception of some 
Venetian ambassador. One gallery was hung with 
portraits by Mytens, another with paintings by Sir 


Joshua, another with portraits of wits and poets of the 
two last centuries — Ben Jonson, Dryden, Pope, Garrick, 
Locke, Newton, etc. I particularly admired a portrait 
of the Earl of Surrey, and one of Sir Thomas More, 
ascribed to Holbein, with a wonderful look in the eyes, 
as if he were gazing into another world. There are no 
less than fifty staircases, springing up in every corner ; 
and there is a chapel, hung with curious tapestry of 
Tudor times, and with a group of small figures given by 
Mary Queen of Scots. But what I can never forget when 
I think of Knole is the startling news which reached us 
there. We were standing in the great hall — Rainald 
and I, Lord Buckhurst and Prince Louis — when a servant 
ran in with the Morning Post in his hand, and we read 
the words : ' War inevitable.' Comment is useless, 
save to say that I think a more unjust and unpro- 
voked war never stained this earth. Reluctantly we 
tore ourselves from this beautiful old-world place and 
returned to town. Rainald went down to the House, 
and found Mr. Gladstone replying to Mr. Disraeli's 
question as to the foreign news in a very despairing 
tone. Later in the afternoon, Nora came in with 
the actual Declaration. Public opinion in this 
country is strangely divided. ' I hope those rascally 
Prussians will be beaten,' is the cry of the 
common herd. The more thoughtful ones see the 
wickedness of the way in which it has been rushed 

" July 17. — Mr. Stopford Brooke gave us a sermon 
entirely upon the war — too much so, I thought — and 
violently anti- French. As I came home I met Mr. 
Gladstone in Berkeley Square, walking along with his 
head thrown back and his lips compressed, evidently 
far from pleased. 

" July 20. — We w^ent quite late to Holland House, 
which is always a pleasant gathering. I trotted about 
independently, having got to know the greater part of 
le beau monde one meets there. It would be curious to 
count up the number of new acquaintances that I have 
made this summer. There were a great many Royalties 

1870] HOLLAND HOUSE 203 

at to-day's party, and I noticed His Royal Highness 

the Prince of Wales conversing with Mr. Gladstone for 

nearly half an hour. Somebody suggested that Lord 

Houghton, ' the cool of the evening,' be requested to 

step up and ask what they were talking about ! Later, 

I went with Lady Alwyne Compton to a small party 

at Mrs. Cavendish-Bentinck's, to meet Mile Nilsson, 

the Swedish prima donna,wh.ose pretty manners charmed 

us. The Dukes of Manchester and Wellington and Lord 

Longford carried her off to play whist, so we saw but 

little of her ; but Mrs. C.-B.'s salon is always pleasant. 

" July 25. — There is great excitement to-day at 

the publication in the Times of an alleged Projet de 

Traite between France and Prussia, proposing to add 

Belgium to France to compensate for Prussia's recent 

annexations, and compel the King of Holland to sell 

Luxembourg to the Emperor. Bismarck swears he 

had this in Benedetti's handwriting, but great stress 

is laid on the bad French and the fact that the King of 

Prussia is named first, as it is diplomatic etiquette to 

name one's own .Sovereign first. At all events, it seems 

a pit}^ such a document should have been published 

just now. The dispatches relating to the declaration of 

war are sad reading. Bismarck and Napoleon seem 

equall}^ to blame. 

" Richmond Park, July 28. — We left Brook Street 
with mixed feelings. It has been a very happy time, 
but I could not help thinking of the hopes with which 
we took possession, and which were so soon dashed to 
the ground. Otherwise I have had enough of London, 
and am glad to escape to the rest and quiet of this dear 
old home." 

On the 2nd of August Lady Knightley left her " dear 
old home " for her " dear new home." The return to 
Fawsley, she owns, was a little painful. " We had so 
fully hoped to come home three ! But with so many 
blessings we ought not to murmur if one is withheld, 
and I really think every day we are more and nearer 
to each other." 


Harrogate, Scotland, Osborne, and Burghley 


The year 1870 was rendered memorable in European 
history by the Franco - German War, and Lady 
Knightley's Jom^nal reflects the anxiety with which 
the startling events of that summer were followed in 
this country. The usual family party, consisting of 
Mr. and Mrs. Gage, their son Harry, and Sir Thomas 
Munro, spent August at Fawsley, and were joined by 
Lady Bowater, After her gay season. Lady Knightley 
thoroughly enjoyed what she calls the happy-go-lucky 
idle country life— croquet or driving every afternoon, 
whist every evening, the newspapers being the only 

" August 8. — News of a great victory gained by the 
Crown Prince over Marshal MacMahon at Weissenburg, 
while on the same day (August 6) the Prussian centre 
under Steinmetz repulsed the French before Saarbriick. 
Paris is in the greatest consternation, while the Emperor 
telegraphs, ' Tout pent se reparer.' We live in stirring 
times. Anyhow, I had rather see the French beaten: 
than the Prussians. 

" August 10. — Our first big garden-party. We asked! 
everybody we could think of for miles round to croquet 
from four to seven, and they came to the number of 
about a hundred. We had a band and refreshments! 
in the old hall, and it all went off very well. 

" August 20. — Croquet the whole morning, which I 

won't do again. It is so idle. Drove Mamma to Canon's 

Ashby, which was a perfect picture of olden time, with 



1870] THE WAR OF 1870 205 

its quaint gateways and terraces and bright flower- 
beds. The war news is most exciting. The accounts 
of the fighting near Metz have been most conflicting, 
each side claiming the victory ; but there can be no 
doubt Marshal Bazaine was routed in a tremendous 
battle near Gravelotte, and is now besieged in Metz 
and cut off from the rest of the army. Meantime 
preparations are bemg made for the defence of Paris 
under General Trochu, the Ollivier ministry having fallen 
after the defeat of Worth, since which we have heard 
little or nothing of the Emperor. Private accounts 
represent the spirit of the common people as very bad, 
and France is evidently on the brink of a revolution. 
How will it all end ? Meanwhile the sum of human 
misery is fearful to contemplate, and one can think and 
talk of little but the war. Henry and Sophy are so 
strongly Napoleonic, it is often difficult to keep the 
peace. I am very sorry for the French, Emperor and all, 
but should have been more sorry for Germany. 

j " Arbury, August 29. — We managed to have a parting 
game at croquet, Rainald, Val, Harry, and I, and came 
on here after luncheon with the Gages. The place is 
looking so pretty, I hardly recognised it in its summer 
attire. But one does miss dear Mrs. Newdegate dread- 
fully ! 

I ** August 30. — We all went to Birmingham for the 
Elijah, which I enjoyed immensely. Nowhere is it 
given in greater perfection than here, where it was first 
performed in 1846, conducted by Mendelssohn himself. 
It always strikes me afresh as singularly dramatic. 
Perhaps the finest of the choruses are * Thanks be to 
God ' and * Behold God the Lord passeth by,' while I 
enjoyed every note of * Lift thine eyes ! ' and ' O Rest 
in the Lord.' 

i " August 31. — We played croquet all the morning — 
the weather being most enjoyable, and the place looked 
lovely. We drove in the afternoon to a harvest-home 
at Astley, at which I danced vigorously and listened 
to a capital speech from Charley. He began seriously 
by saying how thankful we ought to be, even if the 

2o6 HARROGATE [chap, xvi 

pastures are burnt and the hay crop is short, that our 
fields are not trampled down and our homes destroyed 
by hostile armies, and ending jocularly with a reference 
to my marriage and his own bachelorhood. 

" September i. — We were all off early and heard the 
Messiah to absolute perfection. Alas ! how^ painful 
is the contrast between the words, ' Peace on earth, 
goodwill toward men,' and the news which reached us 
just as the oratorio was beginning : ' Total defeat of 
MacMahon.' A battle seems to have been raging for 
four daj^s between Sedan and Montmedy, along the 
banks of the Meuse, in which MacMahon was totally 
defeated, while at the same time Bazaine's sortie from 
Metz appears to have been utterly frustrated. In 
our eagerness for news, we six ladies — Lady Manners 
and her daughter, Mrs. Gregory, Julia Boucherett, 
Sophy, and I — actually stormed the Stock Exchange, 
where none but members are by right admitted. But 
these events are far the most remarkable that have 
occurred since 1815." 

It was at Harrogate, where Sir Rainald and Lady 
Knightley spent the next month, drinking the waters, 
that the news of Sedan reached them. 

" Queen's Hotel, Harrogate, September 3. — ^We were 
busy settling down in our rooms and seeing a doctor, 
when Home (the butler) rushed in with a telegram : 
* Emperor Napoleon surrendered to King William — the 
whole army of Sedan capitulated.' Such astounding 
news absolutely takes one's breath away, and one can 
form no opinion of the course events are likely to take. 
How little we anticipated such a catastrophe on that 
memorable 14th of Jul}^, only six weeks ago, when in the 
old hall at Knole we learnt that war was inevitable. 

" September 5. — Events succeed each other with 
such startling rapidity that it is almost impossible to 
keep pace with them. The Observer begins a striking 
article with the words : ' On Friday, July 15, the 
Emperor declared war against Prussia ; on Friday, 
September 2, he surrendered to King William.' Al- 
though we knew it by twelve on Saturday, it was not 

1870] SEDAN 207 

till I a.m. on Sunday that at a special sitting of the Corps 
Legislatif, the ministers, Count Palikao and General 
Trochu, announced to Paris the greatest disaster that 
has ever befallen her arms. The net result is that they 
have accomplished a revolution, happily so far blood- 
less, and proclaimed a Republic — whereupon the brutes, 
fools, idiots, fell into a state of exuberant joy ! This 
with masses of their countrymen slain, and an enemy's 
army marching on Paris. The Emperor is gone to 
Wilhelmshohe, near Cassel, where I hope the Empress 
has by this time joined him. Good heavens ! what a 
fate ! A most interesting letter from Russell gives 
particulars of the surrender. Late on the afternoon of 
■the ist the Emperor wrote to the King : ' Mon frfere : 
N'ayant pu mourir a la tete de mon armee, je depose 
mon ep^e aux pieds de votre Majeste.' Firing im- 
mediately ceased, but, the French army being entirely 
surrounded, the King of course insisted on an uncon- 
ditional surrender. And so the night passed — what a 
night it must have been ! At early morning, the Emperor 
came in his carriage to seek an interview with Bismarck, 
at a cottage door. Later he saw the King, and finally 
departed for his German prison. Oh, if it would only 
bring peace ! I began my water-drinking and walking 
before breakfast, and don't on the whole dislike it. 
We took a walk to a height from which we had a most 
lovely view of the country round with the grey houses 
and spires of Harrogate in the foreground — very Scotch 
in colouring and quite distinct from the yellow-brown 
of Northamptonshire and the ruddy hues of the southern 
counties. I really think we shan't be so much bored 
here after all." 

In pursuance of this resolve, during the next three 
weeks Lady Knightley explored the charming neigh- 
bourhood of Harrogate with her accustomed energy. 
In company with Lord and Lady Lyveden, and one or 
two other friends, she visited York Minster, Fountains 
Abbey, Ripon, Bolton Abbey and Wharfedale, Temple 
Newsam and Harewood House, The beauty of these 
Yorkshire dales, with their leafy woods and running 

2o8 SCOTLAND [chap, xvi 

streams and purple hills, delighted her, and the wonder- 
ful collection of Turners at Farnley Hall were a revela- 
tion. Leaving Harrogate at the end of September, Sir 
Rainald and Lady Knightley went on to Sir Thomas 
Munro's place, Lindertis, near Kirriemuir, visiting 
Edinburgh and Holyrood on the way. Here Lady 
Knightley was thoroughly happy. The freedom of 
life in the Highlands, the long rambles in the deep 
glens and along the wooded mountainside, golden and 
russet with autumn tints, recalled old days at Balmoral. 
She took excursions to Glamis Castle and Airlie, and 
played battledore and shuttlecock on rainy days with 
the young Munros. At Tullyallan, near Stirling, where 
the travellers paid another visit on their way south, 
she found a very amusing party, including M. de la 
Vallette and Mrs. Norton. 

" October i6. — This party is certainly an odd one. 
M. de la Vallette and Mrs. Norton have not met for 
years. On their first acquaintance, she stared so hard 
at him that he asked for an explanation, and she 
answered : ' I see in your eyes that you will die a 
violent death.' Upon which he replied, much annoyed : 
' Madame, j'ai toujours su que vous ^tiez enchanteresse, 
mais je ne savais pas que vous ^tiez aussi sorciere.' 
' Si vous saviez,' he added, in relating the story, * les 
Amotions que cette femme m'a caus^es.' I had a charm- 
ing letter from Prince Leopold, announcing Princess 
Louise's marriage to Lord Lome. I am sure I trust 
it will be for her happiness. M. de la Vallette told us 
the story of General Bourbaki, whom a Polish gentle- 
man got out of Metz, pretending that he came from the 
Empress, and bearing as his credentials a photo given 
him by the Prince Imperial of the inn at Hastings where 
he was staying. When Bourbaki reached Chiselhurst, 
and found that the whole thing was a trick, he was 
ready to blow out his brains ! M. de la Vallette thinks 
it was a ruse to implicate the. Empress in a plot with 
Bazaine. He added that the General had done all in his 
power to prevent the declaration of war, but was not 
allowed to go to Paris to take part in the deliberations." 

1870] MR. MOTLEY 209 

A week later, Lady Knightley met Mr. Motley, the 
historian, at Bretton Park, Mr. Beaumont's place, 
near Wakefield, and had a very interesting conversa- 
tion with him. 

" October 22. — We began by talking of Enghsh places, 
and ended in the one all-engrossing subject — the war. 
We discussed the Bourbaki myster}^ and then he told 
me all the story of the Empress's flight from Paris on 
the celebrated 4th of September. She left the Tuileries 
on foot, immediately after luncheon, attended only by 
Madame le Breton, without any preparation for her 
departure, merely snatching up a hat and grey shawl 
which lay on a sofa in her boudoir. They got into a 
■fiacre, followed for some way by a man who recognised 
them but did not betray them, and having only four 
francs between them, drove to the house of Dr. Evans, 
an American dentist, where they passed the night. 
Early the next morning, the}^ drove about forty miles 
out of Paris, in his private carriage, and after sleeping 
at some small village inn finally reached Trouville, 
where Mrs. Evans was staying. Dr. Evans took them on 
board Sir John Burgoyne's yacht, in which they crossed 
the Channel, and after a very rough passage arrived at 
Ryde earl}'- on Thursday morning." 

The autumn and winter were spent at Fawsley, 
where Lady Knightley had the pleasure of welcoming 
her Boucherett and Corbet cousins at Christmas, and 
Lady Bowater came to join the usual family party. 
She took organ lessons, attended choir practices, paid 
frequent visits to Badby tenants and cottagers, and 
accompanied Sir Rainald regularly to the hunting 
field, mounted on her new mare Meggy. Public 
events occupied much of her attention. She waxed 
indignant at Prince Gortschakoff's circular announcing 
that Russia held herself free from any obligation to 
keep the Treaty of 1856 — a most violent proceeding, 
which, to her mind, Lord Granville hardly answered 
with sufficient spirit. The siege of Paris and the 
subsequent disorder of the Commune filled her with 
deep compassion, horror, and dismay. 

2IO SIEGE OF PARIS [chap, xvi 

" November 2 'i^. — The investment of Paris continues. 
We hear occasionally by balloon from the besieged 
city, which has been tranquil since October. But they 
have already arrived at eating dogs and cats. The 
accounts of successful sorties are so conflicting, it is 
difficult to arrive at any satisfactory conclusion. I 
have been reading Sir Henry Bulwer's Life of Lord 
Palmerston and the eighteen years during which he 
held the seals of the Foreign Office. I wish we had him 
now, with his bold, plucky bearing. Certainly I must 
do the Emperor the justice to say that he has been a far 
better friend to England than any previous Govern- 
ment of France. I think and hope the Russian affair 
has blown over, but we shall see what comes of the 
conferences. But oh dear ! I have had a dreadful blow. 
Bismarck has written a circular in which he announces 
that, owing to some alleged infringement of neutrality 
on the part of Luxembourg, he no longer considers 
himself bound by the Treaty of 1867, which, when 
Prussia's susceptibilities were aroused by France's 
attempt to buy that Duchy from the King of Holland, 
was entered into by all the Powers to secure its neu- 
trality. This most unprovoked breach of good faith 
puts an end to my sympathies with him." 

A visit to Ickworth in December w^as interesting on 
account of the Knightley connection with the Herveys, 
and the opportunity which it afforded of seeing Bury 
St. Edmunds with its ancient Priory and memories of 
Abbot Sampson. The party itself was a pleasant one. 
" Certainly," she remarks, " four prettier women than 
Lady Bristol, Lady Buckhurst, Lady Mary Hervey, and 
Mrs. Forbes are seldom got together. To-day Mrs. 
Forbes received a telegram announcing the death of her 
father, Mr. Dudley Ward, which was of course a shock, 
although hardly a sorrow, as she had only seen him once 
since she was ten years old. We were struck by the 
singular coincidence that after luncheon we had all 
been gathering rosemary and talking of its meaning. 
I had been thinking of Cannes and the rosemary arbour 

i87i] LORD STANHOPE 211 

With Lord Stanhope, the historian, who was one of 
the guests. Lady Knightley struck up a fast friendship, 
which lasted until this nobleman's death and proved a 
source of great pleasure to her in after years. 

" New Year's Eve, 1870. — There is always something 
solemn about the end of another year, especially one so 
laden with sorrow and suffering as this has been to many 
thousands, nay millions, of our fellow-creatures. Cer- 
tainly, as far as Europe is concerned, this has been the 
most eventful year since 1 8 1 5 . For us it has been a 
very happy one, though marked by the downfall of the 
hopes which made that fortnight at Firle the happiest 
of my life. But in this, as in all else, may we say 
from our hearts, God's will be done." 

In the midst of these happy Christmas festivities 
great consternation was caused by the arrival of a 
Royal invitation to Osborne for Thursday the 29th, a 
most inopportune event. Sir Rainald absolutely 
refused to take so long a journey for only two 
nights, in such bitter weather. Lady Knightley was 
sorely perturbed, and divided between loyalty to Her 
Majesty and duty to her husband, but in the end an 
excuse was sent. Fortunately the invitation was re- 
peated a week later, and she had the pleasure of re- 
visiting her old haunts in her husband's company. 

" Osborne House, January 5, 1871. — We left town at 
eleven and had a prosperous journey and quite a pleasant 
crossing, falling in with Mr. Baillie Cochrane and his 
daughter, and the weather having suddenly become 
quite mild, after this long and severe frost. We were 
shown up to our rooms, where the two Princesses pre- 
sently found me. I had a long talk with my own dear 
Princess. We dined with the Queen, the party in- 
cluding the Duke of Cambridge, Prince and Princess 
Christian, Princess Louise, Prince Arthur, Prince Leopold, 
and the Duchess of Atholl. It was a very favourable 
specimen of a Royal dinner, the Duke of Cambridge talk- 
ing loudly and continuously and so making cover for the 
others, and I sat between the young Princes, who were 
both very pleasant. After dinner the Princes and our- 

212 VISIT TO OSBORNE [chap, xvi 

selves retired as usual to the council room, where we 
found Miss MacGregor, Lord Alfred Paget, Colonel 
Elphinstone, Colonel Ponsonby, Colonel Clifton, Dr. 
Poore, and Mr. Collins, Dear me ! it all seemed so 
natural, only being married makes it much pleasanter. 

" Friday, January 6. — After breakfast Rainald and 
I went out walking with Prince Leo and Mr. Collins, 
and spent a good two hours roaming about the grounds 
and inspecting curiosities in the Swiss museum, in- 
cluding a mumm}^ brought from Egypt by the Prince 
of Wales. It was an immense treat to see my own dear 
little Prince so comfortable, more comfortable than I 
have ever seen him since we left Cannes. He has 
come out wonderfully, grown quite into a man, with the 
precocious development of Royalty, aided by his own bad 
health. Certainly he is a singularl}^ pleasant companion, 
and is, I am glad to find, devoted to Princess Louise. 
It seemed quite odd to be trotting about together again 
— like old times. Princess Christian sat with me most 
of the afternoon, and took me over to tea with Prince 
Arthur and Prince Leopold, finishing with snap-dragon 
as in old Christmas-times here. We again dined with 
the Queen, and Lord Alfred Paget gave us some inter- 
esting details of his visit to the Empress at Chiselhurst, 
when he took her the news of the fall of Strasburg. 
The Queen was most gracious, and altogether the visit 
has been a remarkable success, to m}^ great joy, for 
Rainald was quite ready to take huff, if there had been 
anything to take huff at." 

At the end of January, Sir Rainald and Lady 
Knightley paid another pleasant visit to Lord and Lady 
Exeter at Burghley House, in the north of the county. 

" Biirghley House, Wednesday, January 25. — We 
came here by Rugby in bitter cold, the frost having set 
in with renewed severity, and walked about the quaint 
old town of Stamford, before coming up to this mag- 
nificent place, which certainly ranks with Hatfield 
and Longleat among the finest houses in England. It 
was built by John Thorpe about the same time for 
Queen Elizabeth's Lord Treasurer Burghley. An enor- 


mous party, thirty-four in number, and dinner in the 
great hall was a very stately ceremony. About a 
hundred of the neighbours came to a dance afterwards, 
which I enjoyed thoroughly. The house-party con- 
sists of Sir Stafford, Lady and Miss Northcote, Lady 
C. Wellesley and two daughters. Sir Lawrence, Lady 
and Miss Palk, Lady Penrhyn and Miss Pennant, 
Lord Strathallan, Miss Drummond, Mr. and Mrs. and 
Miss Pakenham Mahon, Lord and Lady Hatherton, Lord 
Raglan, Lord Ranfurly, Lord and Lady Powerscourt, 
Mr. Walrond, Colonel Lee Seymour, Mr. Montagu Corry, 
Lord and Lady Brownlow Cecil, Lord Burleigh, etc. I 
sat by Sir Stafford Northcote, and liked him very much. 

" Thursday, January 26. — I drove with Lady Powers- 
court, whom I like, and Lady Exeter, whom I don't 
like, and stayed at home in the evening, while most 
of the party went to a dance at Uffington, and played 
whist with Lord Hatherton and Mr. Corry, which was 
much better fun. In fact, the party was improved by 
being halved. I hate such a mob — it is not society, 
but is more like a big inn. 

" January 27. — ^I went all over the house with Lady 
Powerscourt. It is a fine place certainly, though I 
prefer the outside of Longleat and the inside of Hatfield. 
There are quantities of good pictures and china, many 
portraits of Angelica Kauffmann, who spent some 
months here and painted a fine head of Garrick ; but 
what interested me most was Lawrence's full-length of 
the Lord Exeter who married the village maiden of 
Tennyson's poem, and of his wife, the lovely ' Cottage 
Countess,' with their little daughter. My room, the 
' Purple Satin Chamber,' is entirely hung with fine 
tapestry, of which the house is full. In the afternoon 
I walked with Lord Brownlow Cecil and Mr. Try on to 
the kitchen-garden, which covers fourteen acres and is 
managed by a very clever head-gardener. Afterwards 
we took a fast, pleasant walk to Stamford. The Bishop 
of Peterborough and Mrs. Magee arrived, and by good 
luck I sat next him at dinner, and found him as agree- 
able as ever. 

214 BURGHLEY [chap, xvi 

" January 28. — I sat between the Bishop and Sir 
Stafford at breakfast and discussed the new. Education 
Act. The Bishop dreads its ultimate effect in secularis- 
ing, and fears there will be squabbles between the sects 
on the Boards, and that for peace's sake the school- 
master will leave off teaching 2iny religion at all. But 
he agrees that at present the Act is doing an infinity 
of good, and both he and Sir Stafford spoke very highly 
of Mr. Forster, a most high-principled and conscientious 

" Fawsley, January 30. — -The capitulation of Paris 
was signed on Saturday, together with a twenty-one days' 
armistice for the whole of France. One cannot but 
rejoice at the termination of a resistance which, heroic 
as it has been, has been long known to be hopeless, and 
involved such a fearful amount of misery. Sophy is in 
a dreadful state of mind, quite curiously indignant, and 
anticipating much danger to England from the Prussian 

" February 26. — Thank God ! peace was signed at 
Versailles yesterday by Thiers and Bismarck, but upon 
what terms ! Alsace and part of Lorraine, including 
Metz, to be given up, a war indemnity of two hundred 
millions to be paid by France, and the Germans to 
occupy part of Paris. They are brutally hard." 


A London Season and a Foreign Tour 


" Claridge's Hotel, March 7, — I spent the whole day on 
the trot, shopping and looking at houses — a dreary 
occupation. After much hesitation, we ate humble pie 
and took Sir Edward Colebrooke's house, 37 South 
Street, for the season. It is an excellent house, in a 
charming situation, but the rent is very high. There 
is much talk of Mr. Gladstone's strange appointment of 
Mr. Goschen to succeed Mr. Childers at the Admiralty, 
thus adding another to the many shuffles which have 
taken place in the Ministry since July, without adding 
any strength to the Cabinet. It is curious to see 
perhaps the most popular Ministry there has been in 
my time floating slowly to destruction. Gladstone gets 
more and more irritable every day. But who or what 
is to succeed him ? Had there been any cohesion in the 
Conservative party, he would certainly have been 
beaten on this foolish and mischievous secret West- 
meath Committee — a cowardly attempt to shuffle the 
responsibility which attaches to the Government on to 
the House of Commons." 

The season which followed was a very pleasant one. 
Lady Knightley enjoyed society to the full, and she 
remarks, " Now that I know all the smart people, it is 
very jolly." A visit to the National Portrait Gallery 
with Lord Stanhope as cicerone was one of its more 
notable events. 

"It is perhaps more historically than artistically 

J interesting, but it is very pleasant to see what manner 


2i6 A LONDON SEASON [chap, xvii 

of men they were with whom one becomes so intimately 
acquainted in books. There is the Chandos portrait of 
Shakespeare, with a forehead which reminds me of Lord 
Salisbury ; a finely painted picture of Sir Joshua by 
himself, with his hand across his forehead ; Walter Scott 
in his study ; Hogarth at his easel ; Nelson's Lady 
Hamilton — oh, such a lovely face ! — Waller looking 
prim and starched, by no means as if he were writing 
verses to Sacharissa ; Thurlow looking wiser than ever 
man was — in short, to enumerate all would exhaust the 
list of remarkable Englishmen. It was very interesting 
going with Lord Stanhope, who is so full of anecdote 
and information, and we were accompanied by Mr. 
Scharf, the keeper of the gallery, a great authorit}^, Mr. 
and Mrs. Edward Stanhope, and Mr. Banks Stanhope. 

" Alay g. — I was all day at the Drawing-room — the 
most crowded one I have ever seen since the Princess 
of Wales's first. We had to go half-way down the 
Birdcage Walk to get into the string and slowly past the 
Horse Guards and down the Mall. The Queen stayed 
to the very end, having no one to depute, for dear 
Princess Christian is laid up with congestion of the 
lungs. There was a wonderful display of lace and 
jewels, but the pushing and squeezing were frightful. 
There was a debate on Mr. Miall's proposal to dis- 
establish the Church of England, for which I am sorry 
to say eighty-nine M.P.'s were found to vote. Mr. 
Bruce made a very shufiQing speech ; Mr. Gladstone an_ 
admirable one. If only he could be trusted ! 

"May 13. — ^Rainald went to the levee, and after- 
wards we went together to Miller's about lamps. The 
shopman gave a strange account of things in Paris, the 
utter standstill to which everything has come, and told 
us that out of twenty-five of their men who had been 
with them some twenty years, no less than eight went 
on strike the other day, simply because they objected 
to working with a German who had been taken on -I 
during the last few months — a perfectly quiet and 
inoffensive man. The shopman himself remarked, 
' Frenchmen were not foreigners ' — a strange turn for 


British sentiment to take ! We had a very successful 
dinner — Lord and Lady Bristol, Lady Cork, Lord 
Barrington, Lord and Lady Cawdor — and I went on bj'' 
myself to a very pleasant party at Lord Stanhope's. 
He was very civil and made much of me, which is 
always agreeable, and introduced me to the French 
ambassador, the Due de Broglie, and to Mr. Lecky. I 
like meeting remarkable people. 

" May 17. — We dined with Mr. and Lady Elizabeth 
V^illiers in Lady Jersey's old house in Berkeley Square. 
It was a dinner of reconciliation, so I think it right to 
go there, but it was painful to Rainald for more reasons 
than one, and he shrank from revisiting the home of 
his old love. Lady Clementina, where he had spent so 
many happy da3^s. It was a very dull, bad dinner, too. 
I sat between Lord Bagot and Sir William Ross, and was 
a good deal bored, but enjoyed meeting Lord Charles 
Fitzroy and his nice daughter. The Communists, who 
are now masters of Paris, have pulled down the Column 
on the Place Vendome, because, forsooth, it recorded 
victories, and so hurt the feelings of other nations — as 
the Spectator says, a * nobly childish ' sentiment. I fear 
there are awful scenes going on in that doomed city. 
The accounts of the horrors are too sickening. Rome, 
Jerusalem, Babylon, fearful as was their destruction, 
at least fell before an enemy, not before their own 

" May 21 . — Mr. Thomas came to luncheon, also Lord 
Stanhope (for the third time), and, much to my surprise, 
Mrs. Norton. However, they made themselves very 
agreeable, talking, among other things, of dreams, which 
recalled to my mind one that I had, a few nights ago, 
so vivid and singular that I must record it. I dreamt 
that I had been elected to the House of Commons, 
though I tried in vain to recollect for what constituency 
I was about to take my seat. The floor of the House 
was covered with members, through whom I threaded 
my way very shyly, following someone to a seat on a 
bench below the front Opposition bench, but above the 
gangwa}^, which I did not like, as it made me a supporter 

2i8 A LONDON SEASON [chap, xvii 

of Mr. Disraeli, and I looked about for Rainald, that I 
might secure a seat behind him, thinking of him quite 
in his right place. There were other ladies in the House, 
but as I was the only M.P. they had to leave when 
the debate began. I waited impatiently for this, and 
wondered why I was not asked to take the oath. After 
this my dream became more confused, the Queen came 
down and hindered business, and I kept looking out o; 
the window at her guard crossing Westminster Bridge, 
and up at the new Speaker's Gallery, thinking, with the 
inconsistency of dreams, how nice it would be to go and 
listen to the debates there, while at the same time 
was deeply impressed with the responsibility of my 
new position. Suddenly I awoke and realised where 
was, and began to ask myself if this were an omen of 
the future. 

" Whitsunday, May 28. — I went with Rainald to 
Mass at the Roman Catholic church in Farm Street. 
The music was splendid, and I liked the quiet time 
for meditation. It made me feel that, however they 
may differ from us on certain points, we are entirely 
one in the great central doctrines of Christianity — ■ 
far more, indeed, than with many who profess to belong 
to our Church. In the afternoon, Sophy took me to 
the Chapel Royal, a sleep}'' service, which was a great 
contrast to the devotion of the Mass at Farm Street. 
But it is a fine hall, with a ceiling painted by Rubens, 
and I can never forget that from its window Charles i. 
stepped out upon the scaffold. As we walked home, 
through the Green Park, we met Lord Enfield, who 
told us the horrible news of the murder of Archbishop 
Darboy of Paris— the third who had died a violent 
death. For the last seven days, Paris has been the 
veriest hell upon earth — an awful punishment for her 
denial of God. -The Communists both in Versailles 
and Paris are shooting men and women down by 
hundreds. It is as bad as in the Revolution, and 
with far less cause. Meantime, I am reading Carlyle's 
French Revolution with deep interest. 

" June 24. — I went off quite early to Buckingham 


Palace to see Princess Christian, and had a great lark, 
as she insisted on coming home with me, startling 
Rainald and taking a drive through the streets alone 
vvith me. It was great fun, and I had Mamma in the 
afternoon, and after dining with the Dartreys, I went 
on to a smart little party at the Duchess of Marl- 
borough's, to meet Prince Arthur, which I much 
enjoyed. In fact, the public have at last been pleased 
to come round, and I feel I have safely turned the 
corner in society. I am glad for Rainald 's sake and 
my own. I like societ}'', and to fail would be mortifying. 
" June 26. — We had a most agreeable dinner at 
Lady Molesworth's, quite the pleasantest I have had 
this year — Carnarvons, Carj^sforts, Shaftesburys, Peels, 
Stratford de Redclyffes, the Duke of Rutland, Marquis 
d'Azeglio, Lord Lytton, Lord Stanhope, etc. I sat 
between Lord Stratford and Lord Carnarvon, to whom 
I am devoted. It is seldom one sees anyone so honest 
and earnest, and I am sure it must do good. To a 
party at Lady Charlotte Denison's. The beautiful 
rooms were not too full, and I stood for a long time 
talking to Mr. Lowe and gazing upon the lovely river 
view with the lights of Westminster Bridge reflected in 
the water. 

" June 29. — I went with Rainald to hear a bit 
of the celebrated Tichborne trial, which has been 
going on for weeks, and seems likely to occupy many 
more. I had never been in a Court of Justice before, 
and was interested in realising the whole thing. I 
have not the slightest doubt that the claimant is 
a gross impostor, but Sir John Coleridge, who was 
cross-examining him, seemed to do it in a slow, tire- 
some way, while the man himself (although totally un- 
educated) is evidently sharp and very self-possessed. 
It will certainly rank among the causes cSlebres of the 

" July 5. — A charming dinner at Lord Stanhope's 
I — Ashburtons, Listowels, Avelands, and Lad}^ Leconfield, 
a wonderful reunion of beauty. I sat between Mr. 
Cheney and Lord Ashburton. 

220 A FOREIGN TOUR [chap, xvii 

" July 6. — Yesterday Prince Arthur, whom I ran 
against in the street, came to tea, and was very pleasant, 
full of the Waverley ball, to which all the world is 
going — he as Charles Edward, which I think a mistake ! 
To-day I had my dear Princess with her Prince and 
Lady Susan to luncheon — a real pleasure. 

" July 12. — I went wdth Rainald, Lady Francis 
Gordon, and Lily to Holland House, which was most 
delicious. All the rooms were thrown open, and we 
wandered all over the charming house described by 
Macaulay thirty years ago. We especially admired 
the library, which he says combines the antique gravity 
of a college library with the grace and wit of a drawing- 
room, where the shelves are loaded with the varied 
learning of many ages and many lands, and the walls 
adorned with portraits of the best and wisest Englishmen 
of two generations. The gathering to-day was not 
unworthy of former times. The foremost lion was 
the Crown Prince of Germany. Just a year has 
elapsed since war was declared. What events have 
taken place in the interval ! I had a warm greeting 
from my old friend of Berlin and Gotha, Count Eulen- 
burg, and shook hands with His Royal Highness. This 
is my last party. I hate doing things for the last time, 
I hate giving up this charming house, yet I never was 
so glad to escape from London." 

After drinking the waters at Schwalbach, by 
her doctor's orders, Lad}^ Knightley and her husband 
travelled by Heidelberg and Bale to Lucerne and 
Interlaken, a trip which she enjoyed immensely, 
never having been in Switzerland before. The beauty 
of the Lake of the Four Cantons, the first sight of the 
Jungfrau, an expedition to Andermatt and the Grimsel 
Hospice, alone with her husband, all filled her with 
delight. " I don't think," she writes, " anybody ever 
had so much enjoyment crowded into one week as I \ 
have had in this last ! " And again, on the last Sunday 
at Geneva, she writes : 

" Hotel de la Paix, Geneva, September ii. — Rainald 
called me at 5 a.m. to look at the Mont Blanc range, 


which, veiled in cloud last night, stood out clear and 
sharp against the sky, while the yellow light of the 
rising sun streamed up from behind, and a few rosy 
clouds were reflected in the lake. It was a very lovely 
scene to carry away as one's latest recollection of this 
beautiful country, and I shall always look back on 
this fortnight as one of the brightest and happiest 
bits of my life. It is impossible to have seen Switzer- 
. land under more favourable circumstances." 

The homeward journey through Paris was full of 
melancholy interest, 

''Hotel Bristol, Paris, September 12. — Alas! we 
had not far to go before we saw heart-rending proofs 
of the destruction which has fallen upon this fair city. 
In our short drive from the station to this hotel, we 
passed the ruins of the Hotel de Ville, of the Ministere 
des Finances, and, last not least, of the Tuileries them- 
selves, besides many ruins of private houses at the 
corner of the Rue Rivoh, to say nothing of the Colonne 
Vendome, of which only the pedestal is left. And in 
cruel mockery of all this desolation, on every public 
building the words ' Liberte, Egalite, Fraternite ' are 
scrawled, while on the smokened and blackened ruins 
we read : * La Republique une et indivisible.' In every 
photographer's window are endless pictures of the 
ruins. A few caricatures of the Emperor and portraits 
of his marshals are exhibited side by side with those 
of Orleanists and Republicans. There is even a play 
announced, which is called Le double Siege de Paris, and 
objets made from fragments of Prussian shells are sold 
in several of the shops. It is a strange people. No 
photographs seem to be more popular than those of 
the shooting of Monseigneur Darbo}' and his com- 
panions. Next to those in popularity are S3'mbolical 
groups of ' Alsace et Lorraine ' and of * France en 
1870 ' as a pale, bleeding, dishevelled woman, sur- 
rounded by Prussian generals, while others represent 
the awful visions which are supposed to haunt King 
William's slumbers, clamouring for vengeance. I was 
rather pleased with a sacristan in Notre-Dame, who, 

222 A FOREIGN TOUR [chap, xvii 

after showing us a gorgeous cope given by Napoleon in., 
remarked, ' He did more for Notre-Dame than all 
the other kings of France put together.' We took a 
drive in the Bois de Boulogne, which is a melancholy 
scene ! More than half of the trees are cut down, and 
those which remain are more or less m.arked by cannon- 
balls, as our cocher pointed out with apparent satis- 
faction. He told us with much glee how * au temps 
des Prussiens * he managed to draw double rations 
for his children, how horses were requisitioned for sale 
at f. 1.50 the kilo, how a donkey sold for a thousand 
francs, etc. We went out by train to Versailles, passing 
Neuilly with its broken bridge and ruined St. Cloud, 
and stood at the foot of Louis xiv.'s statue, with the 
inscription, ' A toutes les gloires de la France.* It was 
there that, exactly a year ago, the German Crown Prince 
distributed medals to his victorious troops. We 
wandered through the stately gardens to Trianon, 
passing through a part of the camp, where 80,000 
troops are still quartered. Very dirty and d^'-^ary 
looked the tents, depressed and downcast the n..n, 
slouching about, without a vestige of smartness, with 
all the life and heart taken out of them, apparently 
without occupation or interest of any kind. ' Le 
Petit Trianon ' seems to have passed unscathed through 
all the storms which have swept over France, and 
remains precisely as it was in the days when Marie 
Antoinette used to take refuge here from the wearisome 
grandeurs of Versailles. Here are her spinet, the 
very pieces of music which she pla^^ed, her dressing- 
table and jewel case, a bust of her son, the silk curtains, 
but little faded, presented by the city of Lyons on 
her marriage ; the satinwood chairs, tables, and bureaux 
bearing her cipher — in fact, the whole atmosphere 
breathes of the ill-fated Queen whose creation it was, 
and whose memory still lives in this charming little 

''September 15. — We left Paris without any other 
incident to remind us of the recent invasion than 
the sight of a few Prussian soldiers on guard at some 


of the northern stations, and arrived safely in London 
soon after five. Gladly did we shake off the dust of 
foreign shores, joyfully did we hail our own, and, much 
as we have enjoyed our tour, I don't think anything 
will tempt us abroad again for many a long year ! 
Oh dear ! the delight of being at home again, after 
five months' absence — words cannot express what I 

The chief event of the following winter was the 
dangerous illness of the Prince of Wales, which stirred 
the nation to its depths. Lady Knightley's intimate 
connection with the Royal Family naturally made her 
follow the course of the fever with profound anxiety. 

" Fawsley, December 8. — I walked to Charwelton 
after luncheon to look at some very unsatisfactory 
pigsties. This illness of the Prince makes one feel 
very anxious about sanitary reforms in every direction. 
It is clearly to be traced, both in his case and in that of 
Lord Chesterfield, whose death broke up our party at 
Ickworth this week, to poison from the drains at Londes- 
borough Lodge, Scarborough, where they successively 
occupied the same bedroom. 

" December 9. — A most alarming change for the worse 
in the Prince's condition. The Queen, Princess Louise, 
Prince Arthur, and the Duke of Edinburgh have all gone 
down to Sandringham, and the case is said to be almost 
hopeless, A telegram received at Daventry at 3.30 p.m. 
said he was still alive. What an awful visitation ! 
God comfort that poor Prmcess ! I do feel for her 
and the Queen and for them all. It is just ten 
years since his father died. I could think of nothing 

" Sunday, December 10. — The Prince was still alive 
at 7.30 p.m. last night. I have an almost superstitious 
feeling that if he can survive this week, he will live. 
Ten years ago, his father died on Saturday the 14th, at 
II p.m. What a strange thing loyalty is 1 Here is a 
man whom I scarcely know, yet, because he is the Prince 
of Wales, I and thousands of others, who have not my 
associations with his family and affection for them, are 

224 PRINCE OF WALES'S ILLNESS [chap, xvii 

watching as if it were at the sick-bed of a dear friend. 
Oh ! how vividly it recalls that awful time at Cannes 
ten years ago. 

" December ii. — The Prince is still alive — yesterday 
there was a slight rall}^, but this morning the telegram 
is as bad as bad can be. The account of the poor 
Princess slipping away for half an hour to church yester- 
day is most touching. May God comfort her ! 

" December 12. — Thank God the Prince is still alive ! 
— at least, he was still alive this morning. The intense 
feeling all over the country is perfectly beautiful, and 
the united prayers offered up by the whole nation are 
touching be3^ond words. vSophy and Henry arrived 
about 3 p.m., and said that all along the line the excite- 
ment was intense — heads hung out of the windows 
at every station asking, ' Is he still alive ? Is there 
another telegram ? What is the latest news ? ' If God 
spares his life, he can never forget it. 

" December 13. — ^But little change — but what there 
is, is not for the worse. If he outlives to-morrow, I 
shall believe that God has granted his life to the prayers 
of the nation. 

" December 14. — This day ten years ago the Prince 
Consort died, and now his son lies at the point of death. 
But thank God to-day's telegram is better. If he out- 
lives the day, I shall believe in his recovery. It recalls 
that awful time so vividly. And dear Princess Christian 
is there. 

" December 15. — We drove into Daventry, and were 
rejoiced by a decidedly improved report of the Prince. 
I do think he has turned the corner and will be spared 
to say, like Louis xv., ' Qu' ai-je done fait pour etre 
tant aime ? ' " 

Two months later. Lady Knightley was present in 
St. Paul's at the solemn thanksgiving service for the 
Prince of Wales's recovery. 

" Claridge's Hotel, Tuesday, February 27, 1872. — A 
day long to be remembered in our annals — the nation's 
thanks to God for hearing the nation's prayers. All 
ordinary traffic was suspended and all the shops were 

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shut as we drove to the House of Commons. Here the 
two Estates of the Realm embarked on board steamers 
and sped down the silent highwa}', where the Embank- 
ment, St. Thomas's Hospital, and the Houses of Parlia- 
ment hold their own even against Somerset House, 
Lambeth, and the Temple. The day was perfectly 
fine, and the sun shone while we were in St. Paul's. It 
was a grand sight, tier upon tier of faces rising on all 
sides in that vast dome, which forms a better centre 
than could be found in any Gothic church. Our wait 
was a long one but full of interest, as we were surrounded 
by all that is most distinguished and fairest in the land. 
Lady Bath, Lady Cowper, and Lady Brownlow — to m^'" 
mind three of the loveliest of women — sat opposite, 
and ' Mr. Speaker ' was escorted to his chair of state in 
front of us with great ceremony. It is indeed a proud 
position to belong to the Commons of England, the most 
distinguished body in Europe. The}^ are not all gentle- 
men — why should they be, as the}^ represent the whole 
nation ? — and I have no patience with people who are too 
grand and too exclusive, forsooth, to sit among them. 
Soon the Lord Chancellor came in, and then the organ 
pealed out ' God save the Queen,' and we all rose to 
our feet as Her Majesty came in. She looked ill and 
worn, as if the intense anxiety had told upon her, and 
may well have been overcome by the extraordinary 
enthusiasm of the welcome which she received, I learn, 
all along her route. The Prince looked pale and hollow- 
eyed, as one might expect. He looked about a little 
at first, but seemed suddenl}" to recollect himself, and 
bent his head in deep devotion. The Princess looked 
pale, but very charming in a bright blue velvet gown, 
and Prince Leo had an expression of awe upon his face, 
as if he felt the solemnity of the occasion deeply. The 
service was short, and the most impressive moment 
seemed to me that when the whole assembly sat hushed 
to hear the Archbishop's sermon. Oh ! I think and 
trust God's blessing is upon us, as a nation — little as we 
deserve it ! " 


Political Parties and Cabinet Ministers 


" Burghley House, January 31, 1872. — -We arrived here 
to-day, to find a tremendous political gathering, literally 
almost the whole of the ex-Ministry, with the important 
exceptions of Lord Salisbury and Lord Derby. But 
the Duke and Duchess of Marlborough, Lord and Lady 
Cairns, Sir John Pakington, Mr. and Mrs. Gathorne- 
Hard}?-, Lord and Lady John Manners, Sir John Hay, 
Mr. Chaplin, Mr. Graves (M.P, for Liverpool), Colonel 
Annesley, Lord and Lady Eustace Cecil, Mr. Ward Hunt, 
Mr. Corry, and six of the family, make up a goodly 
collection. They are all in great excitement, expecting 
a stormy session, while the Alabama question is the 
unknown quantity which may upset all calculations. 
I sat between the Duke of Marlborough and Lord Cairns, 
whom I found very agreeable. He told me a capital 
story of Mr. Morris, Solicitor-General for Ireland. He 
was pleading before ' Alphabetical Smith ' when the 
latter interrupted him testily with — ' Mr. Morris, I 
don't understand your argument.' ' So I presume, my 
lord,' replied the lawyer, ' but I'll repate it till yer 
doe ! ' Lord Cairns declares that he told Lord Derby 
this story when he recommended Mr. Morris's appoint- 
ment and that it tickled him greatly. I actually sat 
down solemnly to whist with three ex-Cabinet ministers : 
Mr. Gathorne-Hardy, Lord John Manners, and Mr. 
Ward Hunt, and although in a great fright, got on very 

''February i. — The usual kind of country-house 



day — stitch all the morning, after luncheon a visit to the 
kitchen, a most lordly apartment with a splendid groined 
roof and a picture of a huge ox, said to be by Rubens. 
Then Lady Exeter, Lady John Manners, and I drove 
into Stamford and ransacked an old curiosity shop, 
where much to my delight I discovered a whole set of 
china with the Bowater arms, which came from a Mr. 
Sawyer, who was connected with our family. I invested 
in it on the spot ! The Northcotes and Finches arrived — 
Mrs. Finch, yiie Edith Montgomery, looking exceedingly 
lovely. I sat between Lord John and Mr. Hardy and 
discussed politics, and afterwards played whist with 
Mr. Hunt, Mr. Chaplin, and Mr. Hardy. 

" February 2. — I sat at w^ork steadily all the morning, 
with much pleasant talk circulating round me, especi- 
ally on Women's Franchise, of which I was rejoiced to 
find vSir Stafford and Lady Northcote staunch supporters, 
while Mr. Graves confessed that his colleague, Lord 
Sandon, had been converted by his contact with Mrs. 
Anderson and Miss Davies on the London School Board. 
We paid a visit to the plate closet — and a most gorgeous 
collection it contains, from Queen Elizabeth's exquisitely 
fine silver filigree drying-plate to the gold breakfast 
service in relief, bought in Rome before the present 
Queen's visit. There w^ere some beautiful old chased 
silver decanter-stands, silver wall-sconces, etc. We left 
after luncheon, travelling as far as Rugby with Mr. 
Graves, a shrewd, clever, sensible Liverpool merchant, 
who is strongly in favour of the State-control of rail- 
ways, which would, he declares, enable us to pay off 
the National Debt. The Alabama question seems to be 
uppermost in men's minds just now. The Americans 
have certainly perpetrated a gigantic fraud, and our 
Commissioners were idiots to be so easily imposed 

" Claridge's Hotel, March 5. — After a morning spent 
in house-hunting, I went to the House of Commons and 
heard the debate on my beloved Education. Mr. 
Dixon, the head of the Birmingham League, moved 
a long string of resolutions condemnatory of the Act 

228 POLITICAL PARTIES [chap, xviii 

of 1 870. He spoke fluently, but not to the point, without 
daring to bring forward the real object of all his efforts 
and agitation — the exclusion from the schools of all 
religious teaching. He was followed by Mr. Richards, 
the member for Merthyr T^^dvil, with whom I was 
much better pleased, for he spoke as if he honestly 
believed that what he advocated was for the good of 
the country. Then came Mr. Forster, who spoke as he 
always does, in a straightforward, manly way, but said 
that a general compulsory measure might be necessary 
next year. I came back after dinner, and heard Dr. 
Lyon Playfair and Professor Fawcett, who both made 
good speeches, and saw the division taken about twelve 
o'clock — 95 to 355. This was on the whole satisfactory, 
although several voted in the minority of whom I 
should not have expected it. 

** Fawsley, March 20. — The House behaved very 
idiotically last night, hooting and shouting like a set 
of schoolboys and turning out the reporters. Sir Charles 
Dilke had only three supporters ; but the business will 
leave a bad impression on the country, I fear. All 
about here, we are much worried by the agricultural 
labourers' strike, instigated by Arch and a few others. 
It is quite a new phenomenon in these parts, but cela 
donne a penser. I read Burke's fine speech on Economic 
Reforms, and thought how much times had changed 
since his day, and what a contrast there was between 
the spirit in which he brought forward his motion and 
Sir Charles Dilke 's attack. 

" 6 Great Stanhope Street, April 24. — We went to 
luncheon with Lady Anna Stirling-Maxwell. Sir William 
was most agreeable, and the house is full of lovely 
things. I wonder how far it is right to spend so 
much in that most fascinating form of refined self- 
indulgence — Art ! In the afternoon we went to one 
of the most agreeable parties I ever remember at 
the Palace — entirely indoors, and everybody in high 
good-humour — in short, a real success. I had great 
fun ; for the Archbishop of York took me to have tea, 
and, chemin faisant, I fell in with Prince Leo, so that 


between the two I was fairly puzzled, and was obliged 
at last to say to Prince Leo, ' You know, sir, I can't 
keep an Archbishop waiting with my cup of tea in his 
hand ! ' So I went to fetch it, and then had a good 
long talk with my dear Prince. After that, I had 
quite an interesting conversation with Mr. Gladstone — 
chiefly on the merits of tea, which he praises as the 
best possible restorative, and says that he alwaj^s 
drinks it when he comes in from the House, as well as 
after his favourite physical exertion of cutting down 
trees. He has certainly most agreeable manners, but 
I still think a very sinister expression. 

"St. iM ark's Day, April 25, 1872.— My thirtieth 
birthday ! I can hardl}^ believe it. I feel still so young, 
so jo^^ous and happy — younger in some respects than 
I did five years ago. Yet it is an era in life — the close 
of a decade. Youth, one may saj^ is over ; middle age 
beginning. It was a very happy birthday. Rainald 
gave me such a lovely emerald and diamond ring, and 
we went together to see a charming collection of pictures 
at Christie's. Mr. Gladstone told us of it yesterday, 
and Sir Joshua, Turner, Crome, Linnell, etc., were 
all well represented. At five I went to St. Peter's, 
Eaton Square, and heard an admirable sermon from 
Mr. Wilkinson, drawing both warning and encourage- 
ment from St. Mark's character — bidding us rejoice 
in every little cross in our self-indulgent, luxurious lives, 
and at the same time speaking in words soul-stirring as 
the trump of battle, of the certainty of victory that 
awaits us if we fight on to the end, not in our own 
strength, looking for our exceeding great reward. It 
was a sermon to do one good in all the turmoil of this 
busy world. Mr. Wilkinson certainly does appeal to me 
with quite peculiar force. He has a wonderful power of 
fitting into one's daily life, and I go to hear him when- 
ever it is possible to get a seat in that crowded church. 
I feel every day more strongly that it is not right to 
spend one's whole life for three months simply for one's 
own amusement. God help me with this workhouse 
visiting which I am so anxious to undertake ! 



" May I . — Rainald voted for the Women's Franchise 
Bill, much to my joy. The more I think about it, the 
more convinced I feel that it is only just women should 
have the vote, and that many injustices under which 
they labour will never be removed until they do have 
it. Rainald met Lord Salisbury, who is full of the 
idea of moving the rejection of the Ballot Bill in the 
House of Lords, and strongly urged him not to do so 
foolish a thing. Strange that so clever a man should not 
know the feeling of the country t»etter ! Such an act 
would only give a factitious popularity to a measure which 
now needs but very little to become very unpopular. 

" May 3. — A very amusing day ! Lord Stanhope 
and Mr. Lowe joined us out riding, and I had a good 
deal of talk with the former about the excavation of 
the Temple of Diana at Ephesus, and then about Goethe, 
whom he quoted freely. Then the King of the Belgians 
rode up to Mr. Lowe, who, taking His Majest}^ for 
Mr. Mundella, gave him about the most discourteous 
reception ever experienced by a crowned head. It 
was a funn}^ scene, and how Mr. Lowe did chuckle over 
it when, after riding some time with the King, whose 
identity he had by this time discovered, he returned 
to us. Meanwhile King Leopold's attendant, Baron 
Lunden, gave us a very amusing account of the late 
carousal at Berlin on the Emperor's birthday, just as 
I remember hearing Countess Savernia describe it, one 
hot afternoon at Primkenau. Mr. Lowe and Rainald 
then fell to talking politics, recalling the time when they 
worked so hard together in 1866, and had so nearly | 
created a strong Constitutional party to see it all de- 
stroyed the following 3^ear, and selon eux the country] 
ruined by Mr. Disraeli. I can fully enter into their 
feelings, although how far the country is ruined remains] 
yet to be proved ! ' But after that,' continued Mr. 
Lowe, ' having done what I could for my countr}^ II 
resolved to do a little for myself. I remember Lady 
Lansdowne telling me that I could never again join 
either party, but must remain " in a solitary cave," 
and so I might if I had been Marquis of Lansdowne, but 


being only a lawyer with a small practice, the case was 
different.' There was a delightful honesty about the 
confession, I must sa}^, but one could not help feeling 
glad there should be some politicians, such as Lord 
Lansdowne, who are both socially and pecuniarily 
independent. Mr. Lowe and Lord Stanhope afterwards 
had a discussion on literary monarchs, apropos of the 
King of the Belgians presiding on Wednesday at the 
dinner of the Literary Fund. It is curious how few 
they were able to mention. Frederick 11., whose 
fighting, however, was certainly better than his writing, 
Nero, Claudius, Louis xviii., seemed to exhaust the 
list. They might have added James i. of Scotland and 
Charles i. In the evening we had the most successful 
dinner, I think, that we have ever had. Lord and Lady 
Salisbury, Lord and Lady Stanhope, Lord and Lady 
Aveland, Mr. and Lady Margaret Beaumont, Colonel 
Tomlme, Lord and Lad}^ William Osborne, Lady Don- 
oughmore, and Matt Ridley, How the}^ did talk I 
I got on a great deal better with Lord Salisburj^ than 
I did at Hatfield, and found him most agreeable and 
interesting. We talked of the Athanasian Creed, which 
he thinks the Reformers ought not to have put into 
the Prayer Book, although he doubts whether their 
mistake can be remedied now. Of the Conservative 
reaction, which he thinks is in some measure due to 
the alarm caused by the Commons. Of Mr. Gladstone, 
whom he does not appear to dislike as much as many 
people do. Of Mr. Forster, whom he does not seem 
altogether to trust, saying that we shall have rate- 
schools all over the countrj^ in ten years, and then no 
schools at all, owing to the opposition to Local Taxation. 
Of the Women's Franchise, for which he would certainly 
have voted had he been in the House of Commons : 
he can see no reason against it, although he does not 
consider it to be a pressingly needed reform at the 
present time. 

" May 6. — I went to the Drawing-room — truly a 
dream of fair women ! Lady Brownlow, Lady Dudley, 
and Lady Ilchester form a trio not easily to be sur- 

232 POLITICAL PARTIES [chap.xviii 

passed in any country or generation — -whatever one's 
elders may sa}'^ ! Violent contrasts of colour seem to 
be much the fashion, and unless managed with con- 
svmimate taste and skill, are to my mind very ugly. 
The prevailing rage for two shades of the same colour 
also strikes me as very inartistic. It is curious how 
very few people make any attempt to dress artistically. 
I don't pretend to do it myself, but I flatter myself 
that my gown, pink mth a black and pink train, 
softened with white lace and long trails of horse-chestnut 
blossoms, was effective and in good taste. It was a 
long business, and the Queen had left when we passed, 
which I did not much mind, as Princess Christian came 
to take her place. I met her last week at tea at Emmy 
Hamilton's, looking uncommonly well after spending 
two months abroad. 

" May lo. — Rainald dined with the Speaker, I with 
the Petres — sat between Lord Calthorpe and Mr. Leopold 
Rothschild, and was not particularly amused, except by 
Lady Margaret Beaumont ; went on to a small party 
at Bridgewater House, which is alwa3^s pleasant. 
The hall is, to my fancy, the finest thing I know in 
London, to say nothing of the pictures. Lord Granville 
and Mr. Gladstone in deep confab upset a lamp 
between them. Is it an omen of coming events ? To 
a charming ball at Lady Bristol's, with — oh! such 
flowers. The centre court was roofed in and turned 
into a perfect bow^er, and there were very many pretty 
faces ; but I don't much care for balls. Rainald moved 
an amendment in the Report on the Ballot Bill last night, 
— ' That the declaration of a voter that he cannot read 
or write shall be enough for the returning officer to 
mark his paper for him, without going to a magistrate,' 
— and nearly beat the Government, 168-183. It is 
pleasant to see him taking a real interest in politics. 

" May 15. — ^Last night we dined with the Donegalls, 
and I went to some charming music at Mrs. Loyd 
Lindsay's, with lovely pictures and a few really pleasant 
people scattered about — not placed formally and not 
too many of them ! Halle and Madame Norman 


Neruda played beautifully, and I had a little talk with 
Mr. Gladstone and the Bishop of Peterborough. This 
evening I went to a small but very new and amusing 
party at Princess Louise's. I liked seeing her receive 
for the first time. It seems only the other day we were 
all girls together. At dinner at Colonel Tomline's 
I sat between Gerald Lascelles and Mr. Hay ward — a 
clever enough man, if what he says is to be trusted. 
He told me a curious story about Lady Waldegrave's 
influence with the Due d'Aumale, which is so great 
that the Comte de Paris wrote to her only last week 
to beg her to induce him to speak in the Assembly — 
which he did two days ago. 

*' June 27. — Off at cockshout to the Pro-Cathe- 
dral at Kensington — a fine building of which one 
little suspects the existence — to attend the wedding of 
Prince Louis Lichtenstein and Miss Marie Fox, Lady 
Holland's adopted daughter. We were invited by the 
express wish of the bridegroom, with whom I made 
friends two years ago at Knole. All the Royalties and 
diplomats were present, and quite a crowd of smart 
people. The lively little bride, with her black hair and 
sparkling eyes, was a marked contrast to the Prince, 
tall and brown-haired, with his pale, thoughtful face 
and earnest expression. Lord Granville gave away 
the bride, and Archbishop Manning, in white and gold 
cope and jewelled mitre, performed the ceremony. I 
was deeply interested in seeing him again, remembering 
his visit years ago to that quiet little Sotterley Rectory. 
He looked exactly like the Doge of Venice in the 
National Gallery — hard, stern, and impassive ; but when 
I saw him nearer I was struck by his worn and weary 
expression. Has he found the Church of Rome a 
gigantic mistake ? In his address, he spoke very strongly 
of the indissoluble union of marriage, describing it as 
a state full of duties and obligations, of joys and sorrows. 
This young couple had launched their barque on a bright 
summer sea, but they would soon be overtaken by 
storms and tempests, and unless the Redeemer of the 
world was in the barque that bore them, these storms 

234 POLITICAL PARTIES [chap, xviii 

and tempests would be too much for the frailty of 
human happiness. Had the scandal of the day — ^the 
escapade of that pretty Lady Wentworth, whose fair, 
innocent face charmed me, I remember, little more 
than two years ago — -given emphasis to his words ? I 
could not help wondering. 

" We all went on to Holland House, and well may 
the Times say that all that is most distinguished in i 
the society of England was there. We wandered about ' 
for some hours in that most interesting house and 
garden, every inch of which is full of historic memories, : 
and met many friends. I noticed Mr. Gladstone in ' 
earnest conversation with Lord Russell, looking radiant i 
owing to the decision volunteered b3'' the Arbitrators \ 
in the Alabama case, that they cannot entertain the \ 
Indirect Claims. [ 

"June 29. — ^Last night Rainald made a short speech 
on the Ballot Bill, which seems to have told ; for one 
member after another came up this morning in the 
Park to chaff and congratulate him about it. It was 
on making use of the schools as polling-places. He 
told them that in cutting out this clause, the House of 
Lords had with perverse ingenuity contrived to take : 
out almost the only good clause of an extremely bad ! 
Bill. This change would increase the expense of \\ 
elections, and enhance the difficulty of getting candi- 
dates recommended by other qualifications than wealth. 
' The Reform Bill of 1867,' he continued, * has produced 
one result we none of us anticipated : we have now 
the richest House of Commons we have ever seen, 
but although it is certainly the wealthiest, I am very 
far from saying it is the most eloquent or the most 

" July 4. — I drove with Mamma to Lad})- Leven's 
breakfast at Roehampton, which was pecuharl}^ pretty 
and successful on this lovely day. It seemed like a 
bit of old times, roaming about that lawn, meeting old 
friends at every turn, most of them with little ones 
clustering around them. Ah well ! I must not repine. 
One piece of news I heard which touched me more 


1872] AT HOLMBURY 235 

nearly than I had thought possible — my old lover, 

Captain B , is said to be dying. Rainald was very 

dear and kind when I told him about it, and full of 
concern. In the evening, I went to a ball at Northum- 
berland House, a very stately mansion of olden time, 
with a beautiful gallery and many other rooms looking 
on the gardens, which were gay with coloured lamps. 
I shall have been in nearly all the big houses in London 
this year. 

" Holmbury, Dorking, Sunday, July 7. — -We came 
down late yesterday to this most delicious little place, 
and had a charming drive from Gomshall, the station, 
through deep ferny lanes, over hills covered with furze 
and heather, by picturesque red-roofed cottages, and 
then such a view from the house, perched as it is on 
the side of a hill and looking over a wide stretch of 
richly wooded country. The party consists of our 
pleasant host, Mr. Leveson-Gower, Mr. and Mrs. West, 
Lady Alwyne Compton, Lord Arthur Russell, Mile de la 
Peyronnet, and Mr. Cheney, and very well chosen it is. 
To-day we drove to a quaint old church with Norman 
arches and a pretty rectory hard by, sat out in this 
delicious garden all the afternoon, and walked up the 
breezy hill behind the house, covered with gorse and 

" July 8. — We had a delightful ramble through the 
woods, passing close to Wotton, John Evelyn's beauti- 
fully wooded home. Never was there such perfect 
country so near to London. It seems like a bit that 
has been forgotten by the world. I could linger for 
ever among these Surrey commons, with their waving 
foxgloves, long trails of wild roses, climbing honey- 
suckles, quaint farmhouses, rustic inns, cottages 
smothered in roses, and water-meadows rich in meadow- 
sweet ! Most reluctantly we tore ourselves away from 
this paradise, and returned to smoky London with our 

" July 17. — I was very nervous and uneasy about 
our first party. We went out riding, and kept quiet 
later. Prince Arthur dined with us, and was very 

236 POLITICAL PARTIES [chap, xviii 

nice and friendly. We had the Spencers, Baths, 
Bradfords, Listowels, Lord Sefton, Lord Burghley, 
Lady Manners, etc., to meet him, and a small party 
afterwards. They all knew each other, and it did 
very well. I went on to Lady Penrhyn's ball, which 
was very empty, and actually danced several times. 
I am an old goose, but I do enjoy dancing for dancing's 
sake I 

" Dunwichy July 24. — Dear Edith's birthday 1 L 
thought of her so much coming down here. Rainald 
went off early to Lord Southampton's funeral, and 
Mellish and I came down here, and found m}' uncle 
and aunt, St, John and Constance,^ all kinder and 
more cordial one than another. 

" July 2y. — St. John drove me over to Sotterley 
quite early, that I might have a long day there, and I 
did enjoy it. It all seemed so natural that I could 
not believe four years had elapsed since I was there 
even for a day. The only thing that seemed strange 
was the heat and the luxuriant summer foliage, having 
never been there in July before. I went to see several 
old friends, — one I found had died last week, — played 
on the harmonium in church, and visited my dear father's 
grave, where the growth of the trees more than any- 
thing else reminds me of the lapse of time. As to vSt. 
John, he is completely his old self, only more courteous, 
more anxious to be kind and friendly than of yore. 
It is a great pleasure to be here again. Each morning 
I take an early walk by the sea, as I used to do in old 
days, and sketching and chess fill up most of the day ; 
and after tea I dawdle with my uncle over the purple 
heaths I love so well. I have enjoyed my visit 
thoroughly, and they have all been most kind to 

A month at Buxton that August afforded the oppor- 
tunity for visits to Hardwick, Chatsworth, Haddon Hall, 
and Bakewell, where the Vicar, Dr. Balston, formerly 

^ Lady Constance Seymour, daughter of the Marquis of Hertford ; 
married in 1871 to Lieut. -Colonel F. St. John Barne, late Scots Guards. 
He died in 1898. 

1872] ORWELL PARK 237 

Head Master of Eton, took Sir Rainald and Lady 
Knightley over the ancient church, " doing the honours 
in the most friendly manner," and showing them the 
famous runic cross and the Vernon Chapel with the 
tomb of Dorothy Vernon, who ran away with John 
Manners and took Haddon into the Duke of Rutland's 
family. Lord Redesdale was their companion on 
several of these excursions in the Peak Country, and 
proved an admirable cicerone. 

A visit to Colonel Tomline's, at Orwell Park, Ipswich, 
was the chief incident of the following autumn. Lady 
Knightley thoroughly appreciated her host's fine collec- 
tion of paintings, and was taken a drive to Felixstowe, 
then " a tiny watering-place in embryo, which may be 
developed in the future." 

" October 16. — This part}^ is too amusing. I long 
for a really clever pen to describe it. Lady Cork 
alone, with her unfailing wit, her continual flow of talk 
and chaff, her endless stories, keeps one in fits of 
laughter. She is never tired of recounting her battles 
with Lady Waldegrave for precedence. On one 
occasion, at Strawberry Hill, Lady Cowley was told 
off to go before her with Count Apponyi, upon 
which she hooked up ' Dot and go one,' as she called 
Lord Grey, and bustled in first, to her hostess's great 
discomfiture. Then there is the Duke of Somerset, 
quiet, gentlemanly, full of information, but not very 
ready with conversation. Mr, Milner Gibson is lighter 
in hand than the Duke, and very easy to get on with. 
One sees at a glance that he does not know what 
principle means, but he is shrewd and clear-headed to 
a degree. He disapproves highly of the retrospective 
clauses of the Washington Treaty, and seems to doubt 
whether the Alabama's escape was an infringement of 
international law, as it then existed. He talked a good 
deal about Disraeli, as did the Duke, and told me an 
anecdote which shows how intensely he cares for the 
Jews. When there was a question of Rothschild being 
debarred from sitting in the House, on account of some 
contract, he moved heaven and earth to influence the 

238 CABINET MINISTERS [chap, xviii 

decision of the Committee appointed to decide the 
question — and succeeded. 

" October 18. — In spite of a threatening morning, 
the Duke of Somerset and I started soon after twelve 
for Helmingham, of which I have heard so much all my 
life. It is certainly a very perfect specimen of an early 
Tudor house, entirely unspoilt, built round a courtyard, 
with moat and drawbridge still in perfect preservation. 
The rooms are small, but have a good deal of character. 
In the library, Mr. Tollemache showed us a very choice 
collection of Caxtons, including the first, the Treatise on 
Chess, and some exquisite illuminated MSS : one of the 
thirteenth century was a copy of King Alfred's trans- 
lation of Orosius. We saw Queen Elizabeth's room, 
and her virginal, as well as her portrait, which she 
afterwards presented to Lord Dysart. Mr. Tollemache 
also showed us a letter which he had just received from 
Mr. Gladstone, enclosing a newspaper extract recom- 
mending that each labourer should be given ten acres of 
land, with which sage proposal Mr. Gladstone expressed 
himself as much struck ! The Duke, who is by no means 
devoted to his former colleague, marvelled with me 
over the total ignorance of all knowledge of rural life 
which this betrayed. Oh dear! I am so sleepy, I had 
better go to bed, for I can't even write English, but 
one does not go driving about every day with ex-Cabinet 
ministers ! 

" Claridge's Hotel, March 7, 1873. — We went to 
see the Old Masters at Burlington House, and Rainald 
recognised an exquisite portrait of Miss Linley, after- 
wards Mrs. Sheridan, by Gainsborough, which used to 
be at Delapre Abbey. It is a sweet face, with dark 
eyes, regular delicate features, and a mouth just ready 
to break into smiles. Rainald used to say he would 
never marry till he had found a woman like it I 
Luckily for me he did not keep his word. Another 
Gainsborough which interested me was the portrait of 
a ' Lady in a blue dress,' which I find is the Mrs. Bowater 
whose china I picked up so curiously last year at 
Stamford . 


" Meanwhile the debate on the Irish University Bill 
drags its slow length, and Rainald is sorely troubled 
what to do. If, as seems probable, the independent 
Liberals vote against the Government, the issue lies 
mainly in the hands of the small section of independent 
Conservatives, among whom he is a ruling spirit. Mr. 
Hardy made a speech last night which certainly ad- 
mitted of the interpretation that in the event of the 
Ministry being defeated, he should refuse to take office 
under Disraeli, and Rainald went to him this evening 
and asked if that was his meaning. He pledged him- 
self distinctly to that effect, so now Rainald can vote 
with a clear conscience, without any risk of bringing 
in Disraeli to carry more revolutionary measures than 
ever 1 It has made his course plain, anyhow. He 
dined with Baron Ferdinand Rothschild, and sat next 
Lord Hartington, who seemed in a piteous state of mind 
about the Government's prospects, and hinted that if 
they w^ere beaten it was not unlikely that Mr. Glad- 
stone himself would retire. A Conservative has been 
returned by an immense majority (1354) for Mid- 
Cheshire — the first county election under the Ballot. 

''March 11. — At 3 a.m. this morning, after Mr. 
Gladstone had summed up the debate in what Rainald 
says was one of the finest speeches he has ever heard 
him make, full of humour, pathos, tact , and good temper, 
so that Rainald said ' it quite went to my heart to 
vote against him,' Ministers were defeated by a majority 
of three ! If Rainald had not been in town, this result 
would not have occurred. It was he who read between 
the lines of Mr. Hardy's speech the assurance which the 
independent members needed, and by his interview 
with him made assurance doubly sure. Lord Salisbury, 
who is in a certain sense their leader, sent them word 
to stay away ; and Lord Eustace Cecil, Mr. Beresford 
Hope, and a few others did so. The rest minded 
Rainald, and so turned the scale. 

" March 12. — Of course we could think and talk 
of little but politics. The House is adjourned till 
Thursday, and Mr. Gladstone has had two interviews 

240 CABINET MINISTERS [chap, xviii 

with the Queen, who by great good luck is in town. 
Beyond that, nothing is known. There is an admirable 
leader in the Times, which might have been written 
by Ramald himself, alluding pointedly to the ' under- 
standing ' between the leaders of the Opposition and 
the independent members. 

" March 14. — Ministers have resigned, and Mr. 
Disraeli has been sent for. 

" March 15. — Mr. Disraeli has refused to form a 
Government. It was, of course, impossible, after 
Mr. Hardy's distinct pledge. Gladstone and Disraeli's 
explanations are the chief topic of conversation. 
Disraeli's speech, giving his reasons for not taking office, 
is extremely clever and dexterous. For once he has 
behaved in a statesman-like manner. I asked Rainald 
to-day when he first began to distrust him. He said, 
* Very soon after I first came into Parliament, I was 
desired by the whip to do all I could to get our men to 
vote against the Government on some question — not a 
very important one — on which they seemed to me to be 
in the right. However, I trusted our leader, and thought 
he probably knew more about it than I did, so I did 
as I was bid. When we got into the Lobby, we found 
ourselves in a minority, upon which Disraeli said, 
" There ! we've sacrificed our characters, and voted 
wrong, and haven't beat the Government after all ! " ' 
Comment, I think, is superfluous. 

" Faivsley, March 18. — Rainald was very much 
annoyed by a printed notice, purporting to emanate 
from the Badby branch of the National Agricultural 
Labourers' Union, desiring him to raise all his labourers' 
wages to 15s. a week with beer, or i6s. without, for a 
day of ten hours, excepting on Saturdays, when they 
are to leave at four o'clock. Similar notices have been 
sent to every employer of labour, and he is the more 
angry because he says the farmers have behaved with 
great forbearance, paying good wages all through the 
winter, so he thinks it most ungrateful of the men. I 
regret it more than I can say, the more so as it will 
prevent me from carrying out a scheme for a coal club 


which I have been very full of. I can't do it without 
the farmers, and I could not appeal to them for help 
just now. 

"April 15. — And so ends another winter at dear 
Fawsley, in some respects the most satisfactory we have 
yet had. May God bless and prosper all the various 
works we have started, especially the systematic district 
visiting, which has brought me into touch with all 
classes of people in Badby and Charwelton, and gives me 
some real insight into the lives of Rainald's cottagers." 

Royalties — English and Foreign 


" Firle, Lewes, Sussex, April 17. — The usual happy 
hoHday life here, which I alwaj'^s thoroughly enjoy, 
especially after the hard work of the last few weeks. 
The weather deliciously spring-like, and flowers every- 
where. I pla3^ed croquet most of the day, and went to 
evensong at six, which was very restful and pleasant, 
and I felt I might well say a thanksgiving for the 
weather and my holiday. 

" Saturday, April 19. — Before I go to bed, I must 
write an account of our charming day at Hurstmon- 
ceaux, a place which Memorials of a Quiet Life has made 
classic ground. We went by train to Hailsham, and 
had a pretty drive through the Sussex lanes, just 
bursting into leaf under the cloudless sky. We went 
first to the church of which Augustus Hare tells us 
that Julius would ' look across the Level to the sea, 
against the shining line of which the gre^^ stunted spire 
of the hill-set church stood as if embossed.' The 
interior is very simple, its only feature a fine tomb, of 
1534, to Lord Dacre. Just on the edge of the hill 
stands the beautiful old yew tree with the three graves, 
that of Julius Hare, Marcus Hare, and Mrs. Frederick 
Maurice, and a little farther off the white cross with 
its simi^le inscription : ' Maria Hare, Nov. 22, 1798 — " 
Nov. 13,1 870. Until the Day break.' We walked down 
from here to the magnificent ruin of the old Castle, 
built in 1440, and of which Horace Walpole gives so 

amusing an account, when he visited it in 1752. Then 



it was perfect and inhabited, and many were the re- 
proaches showered upon the memoiy of Mrs. Henrietta 
Hare, who reduced it to its present lamentable condition. 
The outline of the great hall and of the chapel and 
most of the rooms can still be traced, and the beautiful 
oriel window of the ' Ladies' Bower ' is still standing. 
We had a charming luncheon in the ruins, and drove 
round by Lime and the Rectory, to see the position of 
houses where we have lately been dwelling so much in 

"i Park Lane, Piccadilly, April 28. — There is 
always a certain degree of solemnity in taking possession 
of a new house : one never knows what may befall one 
in it. We were very sorry to leave Firle, where we 
have had such a happy time ; but we had a prosperous 
journey, and I was busy all the afternoon, settling into 
this most fascinating abode. 

" May I . — A most extraordinary thing took place in 
the House of Commons. The adjourned debate on 
Mr. W. H. Smith's resolution on Local Taxation was 
resumed. A tremendous whip had been sent out on 
both sides, the House was crowded with more than 
500 members, Mr. Disraeli wound up the debate in 
most pugnacious terms, daring Gladstone to a division, 
when lo and behold ! it all collapsed, because when the 
question was put and the Liberals said ' No,' not 
a soul on the Conservative side challenged a division. 
Such a thing has hardly ever, if ever, been known in 
Parliamentary history, and it shows how unanimous 
was the opinion of the party against the course their 
leader tried to impose upon them. Rainald has gone 
about for several days saying it was madness to divide, 
and the greater part of the world has come round to 
his opinion. We should have been beaten by 90, 
instead of winning by 100, as we did last year, so ill- 
timed and ill-placed was the resolution, to the 
principle of which — i.e. the necessity for some relief to 
local taxation — we all agree. 

" Sunday, May 4. — We walked to Whitehall, to hear 
Bishop Wilberforce. It was a very interesting sermon 

244 ROYALTIES [chap, xix 

on St. Paul's word to the Thessalonians, ' Remembering 
without ceasing your work of faith and labour of love 
and patience of hope,' three things which ought to 
characterise all Christian life. I was struck with one 
remark he made — ' that the present age is so impatient 
for results.' I must not expect Badby to mend its 
ways in a year, or in many years. And then, oh ! 
who — at least not I — <:an say that they work faithfully ? 

" May 24. — I walked into the Park with Rainald and 
Harry Gage, to see the meet of the Four-in-hand Club. 
It was quite like a scene in some foreign town — the 
crowds of people wandering up and down on the grass 
under the green trees in the bright sunshine, and strings 
upon strings of carriages blocking the road in every 
direction — ^the Princess of Wales driving by with her 
own pretty, gracious smile, and then these beautifully- 
turned-out teams bowling along. 

" May 26. — I had a delicious ride with Rainald, 
and Mr, Hardy joined us, which is always pleasant. 
It really is worth almost any exertion to get that charm- 
ing hour of air, exercise, and society. We dined at Lady 
Stanhope's, a most agreeable party — Motle}^, Froude, 
Hamilton Aide, etc. I sat between Edward Stanhope 
and Mr. Froude, whom I found very amusing, although 
we hardly agreed at all. I told him he was very 
hard upon the landlords, which he did not like. He 
maintains that people ought to be governed, not to 
govern themselves, and says you don't take a vessel 
out to sea and let the sailors vote every day how she is 
to be managed, and that in the sam^e way the vessel of 
State ought not to be at the mercy of the multitude. 
He hates political economy from beginning to end, and 
would like all the trades organised in Guilds, as in 
old days, which at least ensured good work, and says 
Trades Unions are only inarticulate endeavours after the 
old organisation. He does not approve of the modern 
idea that every man is as good as any other, and thinks 
nothing will be mended till the present enormous in- 
crease of expenditure on personal luxury is checked." 

The visit of the Shah to London in the summer was 


i873] THE SHAH 245 

the occasion for great festivities ; most of the big houses 
were thrown open, and Lady Knightley thoroughly 
enjoyed the succession of briUiant entertainments in 
the Persian monarch's honour. 

" June 18. — We drove down to Carlton House 
Terrace to see the Shah's arrival, which has sent the whole 
of London clean out of whatever little mind it possessed. 
Certainly it is a remarkable thing the way these Eastern 
potentates are attracted by Western civilisation. First 
the Khedive, then the Sultan, then the Shah of Persia ! 
We only want the Emperor of China and the Mikado 
of Japan to complete it. Unfortunately, the pageant 
was marred by a terrific thunderstorm, and the rain 
came down in buckets as he emerged from the Horse 
Guards. He was delayed first by a fog in the Channel, 
then by the heating of a wheel in his train, so was more 
than an hour late, and arrived without a scrap of luggage. 
We dined with the Poltimores to meet Princess Mary 
and the Duke of Teck. 

" June 20. — A long and bus}^ day. We walked into 
the Park to see the Shah, which we did with much 
success — an ugly, sulky-looking individual he is ! In 
the afternoon to the Heathcotes' very pretty amateur 
exhibition of drawings, after w^hich I had a long visit 
from dear little Lady Constance Lawley and an in- 
teresting talk over home duties. Then came our 
dinner, which we flatter ourselves was a great success, 
in spite of the kitchen chimney taking fire in the middle 
— which, however, we did not know at the time. We 
had Princess Louise and Lord Lome, the Baths, Seftons, 
Corks, Bradfords, Mahons, Lord Hartington, and Lady 
Sophia Macnamara. Then off to the Guildhall, where 
we arrived in a scrimmage of Royalties, just as the 
Shah left ; but we had a good stare at him in the 
carriage. The ball was a fine sight in that grand old 
Hall, and I had a valse wdth Charley Newdegate. 
i " June 23. — This Shah excitement makes one feel 
horribly idle and desceuvrS. While I think of it, I must 
record Lord Odo Russell's mot. Seeing His Persian 
Majesty slightly overcome at one banquet, he remarked 

246 ROYALTIES [chap, xix 

to the French Ambassador, ' Oh ! la nuit tout chat 
est gris.' In Paris the Shah was saluted by the 
mob with nothing but ' Miau-miau ' ! This evening, 
Mamma, Val, and I went to the Albert Hall, which the 
hard-w^orked Shah visited in state. The whole of that 
enormous building was densely crowded, tier upon tier 
rising up to the top of the vast dome, while every 
face was turned to the central dais. Certainly it 
was a sight to remember ! — the Shah of Persia seated 
between the Princess of Wales and her sister, the 
Czarevna. The vShah has an intelligent face, and uses 
much gesticulation. He talked a great deal to Princess 
Dagmar, whose animated expression was pleasant to 
watch. The Shah wore the famous diamond aigrette 
in his cap, his coat was studded with pearls and 
diamonds, and a great rope of pearls and emeralds hung 
round his neck. When, at last, the whole assembly rose 
for ' God save the Queen,' a strong magnesium light 
w'as flashed down on the Royalties, making the whole 
house as light as day — a very striking scene, which I 
shall not easily forget. 

" June 24. — We went to the Court Theatre to see the 
Happy Land, a clever satire on the Government in 
general and Messrs. Gladstone, Lowe, and Ayrton in 
particular, which has acquired a wonderful popularity 
by reason of the Lord Chamberlain having freely used 
his scissors on the more personal portions and forbidden 
the actors to make up their faces in imitation of Messrs. 
Gladstone, Lowe, and Ayrton. On to Lady Man vers to 
hear the Hungarian Band, which the Prince of Wales 
heard at Pesth and induced to come over. They played 
with wonderful verve and entrain, and keep marvellous 

" July 9. — We drove down to Lady Leven's at 
Roehampton, a very pretty, pleasant party ; dined with 
Lady Margaret Beaumont, and sat between Lord Eliot 
and Lord Bute — a curious combination. I may not 
agree with them in their High Church and Roman views, 
but it is pleasant to feel one is with people who are 
deeply religious and really do care for God. It does one 


good in this whirl of worldUness ! On to a smart little 
party at Lady Bradford's, where I met Princess Mary ; 
and then to Lady Listowel's, which was all garden, 
moonlight, and music. It is such a pretty house — a long 
vista of brilliantly lighted rooms ending in a conservatory 
full of palms and flowering shrubs. Princess Louise and 
Prince Arthur were there, and Princess Christian was at 
Roehampton — really there is no end to Royalty this 

" July 1 4- — I went to a very pretty ball at Lansdowne 
House, where the Princess and Czarevna were again 
dressed alike, as they were at the Albert Hall and the 
Palace concert. It is very pretty and nice of them, and 
they seem such affectionate sisters. It amused me to 
watch the Royalties dancing — the Prince of Wales 
with Lady Cuckoo Bingham, the Princess with Lord 
Dupplin, and the Czarevna with Teck. I also had a 
long talk with the Duke of Argyll, whom I have hardly 
seen since Balmoral days. 

"July 17. — I spent a very pleasant morning with Lady 
Frederick Cavendish, visiting the new ' Girls' Public 
Day School ' at Chelsea and listening to an extremely 
able lecture on Political Economy, given by the clever 
little mistress, Miss Portal. It may seem nonsense to 
teach girls such a subject, but I am persuaded that 
no one could watch their eager faces, or listen to their 
intelligent questions, without seeing that the}'' were 
receiving a mental training of the most valuable kind ; 
nor could one help feeling that some knowledge of the 
principles on which the taxation of their own country is 
managed must be far more useful than an acquaintance 
with the exact functions discharged by Roman sediles. 
I only wished that I had received such training in my 
youth ! This whole movement for the education of girls 
is no doubt an experiment, especially when one considers 
the mixture of classes which it involves, but I sincerely 
hope it will prove successful. I was very glad of a quiet 
afternoon; and Rainald, who went down to Northampton 
for the opening of a new cattle-market, returned barely 
in time for our dinner, at which were present Lord and 

248 ROYALTIES [chap, xix 

Lady William Osborne, Lady Francis Gordon and Lily, 
the Lowthers, Sir Thomas, Harry Gage, Major Whyte 
Melville, Sir John and Lady Sebright, and Mr. Motley, 
whom I found very pleasant, although rather too much 
of the writer, too much inclined to lecture instead of 
conversing, not remembering La Bruy^re's maxim, 
' L'esprit de la conversation consiste bien moins a 
montrer beaucoup d 'esprit soi-meme que d'en faire 
trouver aux autres.' He expressed himself in the most 
friendly terms as regards this country, saying that 
a war between England and America was impossible. 
I did not dare reply, as I should have liked, ' Of course 
it is, as long as we concede everything you choose to 
ask ! ' We talked a great deal of Education, which he 
says is necessarily the basis of the whole State fabric 
in America, since direct self-government by an ignorant 
democracy would mean simple mob rule, and it is diffi- 
cult enough to keep pace with the ignorance imported 
by the ceaseless stream of immigration. It is entirely 
free, and the State of Massachusetts alone spends as 
large a sum annually on Education as that which is voted 
by the House of Commons here. After dinner, I went to 
a ball at Apsley House, which I was glad to see, although 
it will not bear comparison with Bridgewater, Grosvenor, 
or Dorchester Houses. Some of the pictures are very 
good, and I was struck wdth the numerous portraits of 
Napoleon, including a colossal statue at the foot of the 

" July 1 8. — To-night I went to a ball at Bridgewater 
House — quite the prettiest of the many pretty fetes I 
have seen this season. The flowers were so lovely, and 
it was so delightful sitting in the arcades and looking 
down upon the grand hall. The Prince and Princess 
of Wales and the Czarevna, dressed alike as usual, 
were there ; but I never even went near the ballroom, 
and was quite sorry to tear myself away at 1.30 a.m. 
I suppose there never was a year when so many of the 
big houses in London were thrown open, 

" July 19. — We took the most delightful excursion 
to Ham House with Mr. Tollemache, his four chestnuts 

Oriel Window, Great Hall, Fawslev. 

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bowling along in a way that made driving almost as 
exciting as a good gallop ! The day was perfect for 
the drive and the row up from Richmond, and the 
quaint old place looked its best, with the sunshine stream- 
ing under the great lime trees, and the old-fashioned 
flower-borders with their delicious scent. A large 
party from Sion came over to meet us, among them the 
late Lord Chancellor, Lord Hatherley, whom I looked 
at with great respect as the man who amidst all his 
business avocations taught regularly in the Sunday 
school and attends daily service in Westminster Abbey. 
Ham House itself I know by heart, but I was delighted 
Rainald should see it, and we did not return till past 
nine — altogether a most enjoyable da3^ 

^^ July 21. — We were terribly shocked to hear of 
the sadden death of the Bishop of Winchester, who 
in riding with Lord Granville from Leatherhead to 
Holmbury, to stay with Mr. Leveson-Gower, was thrown 
from his horse and killed on the spot. No man was ever 
better prepared to meet his end, and no one will be 
more missed both in the Church and in Society. It is 
very curious that he should die on those lovely Surrey 
downs where we spent such a happy Sunday just a 
year ago. I never heard him preach till this summer, 
when, oddly enough, I have heard him three times ; 
and only a fortnight ago, at Lady Margaret Beaumont's, 
he shook hands with me at the top of the stairs, whether 
mistaking me for someone else or because I was with 
Rainald I cannot tell, but I was pleased, and told Rainald 
at the time that I hoped to keep up the acquaintance. 
And now he is gone — behind the veil. 

" Richmond Park, July 25. — I am staying with the 
dear mother, enjoying the country quiet and this dear 
little home, and seeing any number of old friends. 
To-day, Dr. Giinther and his wife (!) came to luncheon, 
which seemed like a bit of very ancient history dug 
up again, with a very modern bit patched into it. I 
always like talking to him, he is so clever and intelligent. 
But what oldy old days it recalls ! 

" Dalzell, Motherwell, N .B., September 2 $ . — Yesterday 


we left Lamington, a most attractive little place in the 
hills, and came on by train to this charming old Castle, 
perched on the side of a wild glen and beautifully restored. 
It is a pity that the smoke and chimneys all round spoil 
it so much ! To-day, Mr. Hamilton took us for a most 
fascinating expedition to Bothwell and Cadzow. It was 
a hideous drive, through the almost contiguous towns of 
Motherwell, Hamilton, and Bothwell, amidst a teeming 
mining population, ill-housed and ill-clad, though earning 
as much as ten shillings a da3^ We crossed the Clyde at 
Bothwell Bridge, the scene of the battle in Old Mortality, 
and saw the fine old ruined Castle, hanging over the 
richly wooded banks of the Clyde. Opposite are the 
ruins of Blantyre Priory and Cadzow Castle, the earliest 
seat of the Hamiltons. We visited Barncleuth, a 
quaint old tiny house with a charming old-fashioned 
garden, terraced along the glen, with clipped yews and 
sweet-scented flowers wandering at their own will — a 
garden out of a story-book. Then, amidst the gnarled, 
stunted trees of the old Caledonian forest, we saw a 
herd of fifty wild cattle, splendid white beasts with 
black ears and muzzles. 

• Mightiest of all the beasts of chase 
That roam in woody Caledon, 
Crashing the forest in his race, 

The Mountain Bull comes thundering on. 
Fierce on the hunter's quiver'd band, 

He rolls his eyes of swarthy glow. 
Spurns with black hoof and horn the sand. 
And tosses high his mane of snow.' 

[Cadzow Castle, by Walter Scott.) 

" September 26. — We ' did ' Hamilton Palace with the 
Lambtons, who arrived last night. A dreary, hideous, 
depressing pile it is, though crowded with priceless 
art-treasures, beautiful cabinets which belonged to 
Marie Antoinette and to Napoleon, and many fine 
pictures. A Vand^xk portrait of Gustavus Adolphus 
struck me particularly, and there are good Titians 
and works by Florentine masters. But the truth is, 
there is far too much of everything for real enjoyment ; 

1 873] OXFORD 251 

and then the pomp and vanity of it all, the living for 
self and d3dng for self, seemed stamped upon the whole 
place, most of all upon the huge Mausoleum, where the 
last Duke but one rests, embalmed in the sarcophagus 
of an Egyptian queen, on a splendid marble floor. It 
gave me a cold shudder, and I escaped joyfully to the 
pure air and sunshine, which thank God are common 
to all men. 

" Highclere Castle, Newbury, November 18. — Tired 
as I am, I must write a brief record of this interesting 
day. Rainald and I left home earl}^, and drove in the 
dogcart to Banbury, where a brief half-hour took us to 
Oxford, where Charlie and Harry Knightley met us and 
showed us a good deal of the ancient University, Christ 
Church itself with its three quads, curious old Cathedral 
and magnificent dining-hall, and several other Colleges, 
Magdalen, etc. Then away, with tired brain, to spend 
an hour at Reading, owing to the breakdown of a goods 
train in front of us, and arrive here just in time for 
dinner. It is an interesting and suggestive party — 
Count Beust, Mr. Browning, Mr. Townsend, editor of 
the Spectator, who in five minutes got into a spar with 
Rainald over his pet idol, Gambetta ; Mr., Mrs., and Miss 
Holford, Mr. Cockerell, General Scott, etc. etc. 

" November 19. — Talking to remarkable people is 
certainly very hard work ! Here I have been divided 
between Count Beust and Mr. Browning nearly all 
day. The occupation, amusement, or whatever you 
like to call it, has been a walk and luncheon at a little 
house by a lovely lake. Mr. Browning is as different 
from his poems as anything one can imagine — a loud- 
voiced, sturdy little man, w^ho says nothing in the least 
obscure or difficult to understand ! Count Beust is a 
typical homme dii monde — pleasant enough, as Rainald 
remarks, when you can stir him up, which is not always 
an easy task. General Scott is a clever, sensible man, 
a great authority on sewage. To-day Lady Dorothy 
Nevill and Meresia have arrived, also Mr. Morier and Mr. 
Henry Cow^per, whom I found very pleasant at dinner. 

' ' November 2 1 . — Lady Portsmouth came to luncheon , 

252 ICKWORTH [chap, xix 

and very charming I found her. Miss Holford, too, is a 
nice, natural, and very pretty girl, whom I like particu- 
larly. We all walked up to the top of the Beacon, to 
see the fine views from the British Camp. Mr. Browning 
talked a great deal of Carlyle, telling us how he will walk 
and talk for two hours at a stretch, without letting 
anyone else get in a word. I wish I had the pen of a 
Boswell, to put down one-half of the things which I 
have heard here — instead of which I must go to bed. 

" Ickworth, Bury St. Edtnunds, November 24. — And 
here I am at Ickworth, giddy and bewildered with 
all I have done in this last week. After a few days in 
town, chiefly spent in house-hunting, we came on here, 
to find a very large party — Lady Howard de Walden and 
her daughter, Lord and Lady Augustus and Lord John 
Hervey, Lord and Lady Penzance, Lord and Lady 
Ruthven, Mr. Manners, Colonel Annesley, Sir Charles 
Ellice and his wife. I sat between Sir Charles Ellice and 
Lord John, both of whom were very pleasant. We 
discussed Mr. Disraeli's fine speech and the striking 
sentence with which he concludes, saying that England 
will soon have to take her stand on the principles of the 
Reformation, in the fight with Ultramontanism, which is 
about to invade Europe, and ' save civilisation from the 
withering blasts of atheism and from the simoom of 
sacerdotal usurpation.' 

" November 25. — A most lovely day, and we went out 
to luncheon with the shooters — the wives all trotting 
after their husbands in truly conjugal fashion. Lord 
Penzance, who by the way is very agreeable, would not 
find much work here ! Lady Howard de Walden is one 
of the very few women who visited the old Holland 
House. She gave us an amusing account of the society 
over which Lady Holland ruled with a stern and despotic 
hand. Once she quarrelled violently with Lord George 
Bentinck because he would not, at her command, 
break off a conversation in which he was interested. 
I sat by Lord Charles Bruce at dinner, and was delighted 
to find him devoted to Mr. Wilkinson, and full of interest 
in all good works. 

1873] CHEVENING 253 

" Chevening, Sevenoaks, November 29. — We arrived 
here yesterday, to find another pleasant party — Colonel 
and Mrs. John Stanley, Mr. and Mrs. Graham, Mr. 
Delane, Dr. William Smith, editor of the Quarterly and 
of all the Dictionaries, Lord and Lady Mahon, and Mr. 
Weguelin. The political fighting that goes on is very 
good fun, Mr. Weguelin being such a terrific Rad, and 
Colonel Stanley an equally hot Conservative ! But the 
pleasantest thing is seeing all the curiosities in this house. 
Lord Stanhope showed us his gallery of prints and 
famous autographs, including a beautiful little poem by 
Macaulay, the original MS. of the ' Maid of Athens ' 
(' Girl of Athens,' Byron first called it), notes for a speech 
by Mr. Pitt, a letter from Charles Edward in '45, another 
from the Duke of Marlborough, etc. Then he took us 
all over the libraries, which occupy a number of rooms 
in the wing of the house. That of the first Lord Stan- 
hope remains exactly as he left it. After tea, we had a 
long seance over autographs and epigrams — altogether 
it was very amusing. 

" Advent Sunday, November 30. — Not a very Sunday- 
like Sunday, but a very agreeable one. After morning 
service, we admired Chantrey's beautiful monument to 
Lady Frederica Stanhope, the daughter of Lord Mans- 
! field and mother of James Banks Stanhope. She died 
at the birth of her second son, and is represented with 
the babe clasped to her bosom. It is the most lovely 
thing in the world, and I do not wonder to hear that 
the sculptor himself preferred it to all his other works. 
It is, to my mind, infinitely more beautiful than the 
Children in Lichfield Cathedral. 

" After church, I listened with keen interest to a 
long conversation between Rainald and Dr. Smith on 
the state of the Conservative party, the missed oppor- 
tunity of forming a strong Coalition in 1866, and the 
personal antagonism between Lowe and Disraeli, which 
was one cause of its failure. They further discussed 
the probability of Lord Salisbury ever joining the Cabinet 
with Disraeli in it. Incidentally it came out, in the 
course of conversation, that Lord Carnarvon wrote 

254 DR. WILLIAM SMITH [chap, xix 

the article in July on the Lessons of the French Revolu- 
tion, Dr. Smith himself the one on Grote, and Lord 
Salisbury, as one had guessed, the political article last 
October. Then we paid another visit to the library, 
where we saw a number of Lord Peterborough's letters to 
the first Lord Stanhope, and ended by taking a walk 
through the park by an exceedingly pretty drive laid 
out by the great Lord Chatham, who spent a summer 
here and took great pleasure in many of the improve- 
ments. In the evening, Mr. Philip Stanhope arrived 
from Moldavia, where he has been acting partly as a civil 
engineer, partly as a diplomatic agent. He says that 
Russia is making stealthy strides in the East by means 
of Panslavism, and thinks that in the event of a war all 
the Christian subjects of the Porte, of whom there are 
twelve millions in Turkey alone, would rise against her. 
Altogether, this has been a most interesting visit, and I 
can hardly believe that it is not a fortnight since the 
day we left home. 

" Fawsley, December 8. — We hunted with the Duke 
from Hinton — one of those still, grey days, and a capital 
scent. This evening I finished the Autobiography of 
J. S. Mill, one of the saddest and most remarkable 
books that I have ever read. Brought up from infancy 
to look on Christianity as a superstition and too clear- 
headed to console himself with le grand peut-etre, anxious 
to make the good of others his object yet dimly conscious 
of the lack of a supreme motive-power, the whole history 
is a gigantic example of what a broken, distorted thing 
can be made of life by the finest intellect without the 
great key which alone can unlock the puzzle." 

A Conservative Ministry 


The great excitement of the coming winter was the Dis- 
solution of Parliament, followed by a General Election, 
a surprise sprung on the nation by Mr. Gladstone, 
and to Lady Knightley's delight her husband was again 
returned, together wTth Major Fairfax CartwTight, for 
South Northamptonshire. 

" Fawsley, Saturday, January 24. — I had just taken 
up Grote 's History of Greece for half an hour to read before 
luncheon, when Rainald startled us all by announcing, 
' Parhament is dissolved ! ' This sudden and, I believe, 
unprecedented coup de theatre has occupied all our 
thoughts ever since. Mr. Gladstone publishes a very 
long, very elaborate address to his constituents, in 
which he certainly endeavours to be, like St. Paul, ' all 
things to all men ! ' I think he tries to catch too many 
kinds of fish, and will probably not succeed, although 
his bait of repealed income-tax, reformed local taxation, 
and other remission of taxes, is no doubt very glittering. 
In other respects the address is a mischievous one, 
full of impossible schemes mixed up with desirable and 
needful reforms, while he pledges himself to nothing. 
What a state of excitement the whole country will be 
in for the next six weeks ! And oh ! what part in the 
great drama shall we enact ? May we be guided to do 
our duty, whatever it is ! 

" After writing this, Rainald and I had a long, grave 
talk, Sunday morning brought a letter from Major 

Cartwright, saying that he meant to stand again, and 



hoped his colleague would not fail him. In the end, 
nw darling husband decided that it would scarcely be 
fair on the constituency for him to retire on such short 
notice, seeing that the elections must all be over in the 
next fortnight. How thankful I am for this decision I 
cannot say ; with brains like his, and with the insight 
and influence which he possesses, whenever he chooses to 
exert himself, it would be a thousand pities to let con- 
stitutional indolence induce him to desert his post. The 
country needs all her good men and true, I am sure, of 
whatever party they may be. I think we should both 
go mad over a real contest. Even this mild excitement 
tires and worries us both a good deal. 

" January 27. — Sophy and Henry and Sir Thomas 
Munro all left at an early hour, and Nora Campbell 
followed later to London. Rainald wrote his address, 
and I copied it for the printers. It is very short and 
simple, but manly and dignified. The nomination is 
fixed for Monday, and on that day, if all goes well, — 
and every day diminishes the danger of a contest, — it 
will be all over. 

^^ February i. — Rainald went off early to North- 
ampton, and returned soon after 3 p.m. once more duly 
elected M.P. for South Northamptonshire. Hurrah ! 
hurrah ! hurrah ! 

" February 7. — Last night I went with Val to a pretty 
dance given by the Weedon officers, and we were all 
greatly excited to hear of the Conservative gains in 
London. W. H. Smith and Sir Charles Russell are 
returned with enormous majorities for Westminster, and 
Mr. Goschen only creeps in at the bottom of the poll for 
the City, where Cotton, Twells, and Hubbard are triumph- 
antly returned. The Conservatives win ten seats in 
London alone, and a good man}'' all over the country. 
Indeed, the long-talked-of reaction has proved itself in- 
finitely more real than could have been anticipated, and 
for the first time since 1841 the Conservatives will find 
themselves with a real working majority in the House 
of Commons. The causes of this extraordinary change 
are hard to decide, but I think it is in a great measure 


due to the disgust felt by moderate Liberals at Mr. 
Gladstone's imperious proceedings. 

" Thursday, February 19. — On Tuesday Mr. Glad- 
stone went down to tender his resignation, and yesterday 
morning the Queen sent for Mr. Disraeli. The great 
news to-day is that Lord Salisbury has joined the 
Ministry, I cannot help thinking that it is far grander 
and more patriotic on his part to do so than to sacrifice 
to personal dislike and distrust of Disraeli the services 
which he must feel he can render to his country. Rainald 
thinks otherwise, and is of opinion that for the country 
it would have been better he should stand by and 
criticise. That may be useful, but can hardly be the 
highest function of the statesman. He puts Lord 
Salisbury's action down to love of office and fear of 
being left out in the cold. I, on the contrary, believe 
it is inspired by the longing to try and save India from 
this fearful famine, which he if any man can do. 

" March 28. — We hunted with the Pytchley from 
Stowe and came home at 6 p.m., having done nothing, 
but I much enjoyed a long talk with Lord Granville 
about education and books. He remarked that the 
present intellectual position of Christ Church bodes ill for 
the future of our upper classes. It is melancholy that 
at our crack college it should be the thing to do nothing. 
I bemoaned my inability to remember much of what I 
read, to which he replied that he too had a bad memory, 
but is satisfied that what one reads, although mainly 
forgotten, still manures the mind. I was struck by 
his diplomatic \\3.y of asking questions and finding- 
out who people were, etc. Altogether I found him 
extremely pleasant and light in hand. So ends my 
hunting season. I have been out nineteen times. 

" 4 Grosvenor Crescent, April 22. — We took possession 
of our new house two days ago, but still have the house 
full of workmen. Dined in Carlton House Terrace and 
sat between Sir Matthew and Mr. Sclater Booth, the 
new Local Government Board Secretary. He has an 
idea that Dizzy does not tell the Times things, which 
if true is very imprudent. On to Lady Derby's party 


at the Foreign Office, a most horrid squash, much 
worse than in Lady Granville's days. Mr. Lowe, who 
had been dining at the Speaker's with the late Cabinet, 
was very good fun about their fall. Rainald was very 
naughty, chaffing Lord Salisbur}^ for having taken 
office. He introduced me to Mr. W. H. Smith and Sir 
Samuel Baker, both of them remarkable men in their 
way. Mr. Smollett, the member for Cambridge, made 
a savage attack on Mr. Gladstone in the House on the 
late Dissolution. Certainly ' Trickster,' the term em- 
ployed by Mr. .Smollett, is scarcely Parliamentary 
language ; still I had rather be called that than to be 
told, as Mr. Gladstone was by the Duke of Somerset, 
that he had * licked the dust oft the feet of democracy.' 

*' A4ay 4. — To-night I went to the French play with 
Prince and Princess Christian, the Princess of Wales, 
Colonel Teesdale,and Lord Dunmore. We saw Gavant 
Minard, a regular Palais-Royal piece, which I did not 
like much. Meanwhile Rainald was distinguishing 
himself in the House. Mr. Hanbur}^ had proposed 
a resolution pledging us to extend and consolidate our 
power on the Gold Coast. Sir Wilfrid Lawson had 
moved an amendment saying it was desirable we should 
withdraw at once, which he refused to drop. It was 
most undesirable that we should be committed to either 
course, but no one saw any waj^ out of the difficulty 
until Rainald jumped up and, in six sentences, listened 
to with profound attention, after the previous speaker 
had been drowned with cries of ' Divide, divide,' moved 
the adjournment of the debate until July 3 1 . All parties 
were charmed, and he carried the motion by three to 
one. To-day men of all shades of opinion are congratu- 
lating him, and it is very pleasant to see what weight 
he carries with him on the rare occasions when he 
chooses to speak or act. 

" May 6. — To-day Rainald received an invitation to 
dine with Mr. Disraeli, which sorely perplexed him. He 
came, however, I think, to the right decision to dechne 
very courteously in a friendly note, such as he has not 
written to him for many years. To accept the invita- 


tion would be to hamper his power in the House of 
Commons as an independent member, in which position 
he can be of great use, while to decline in a formal 
manner would mean closing the door upon all com- 
munication for ever. But how much importance was 
evidently attached to the matter is shown by the way 
in which we were attacked on the subject by both of 
his private secretaries, Monty Corry and Algy Turnor. 

" May 16. — Rainald and I went to see a collection 
of paintings and objets de luxe made by a Mr. Barker 
who has died lately, at his house, 103 Piccadilly. From 
the top to the bottom, the house was crowded with 
pictures, chiefly pre-Raphaelite, rare china, and fine 
.old furniture — but so crowded together that the only 
wa}^ to make it comfortable would have been to turn 
out half the contents ! We dined with Sir Stafford 
Northcote, and I had the good luck to sit by Sir Garnet 
Wolseley, the hero of the Ashanti expedition ! I found 
him most easy and pleasant, bright, simple, and un- 
affected. He says the Fantees were not as ugly as they 
have been represented, and that they had generally 
beautiful figures and sometimes small andwell-made feet, 
very different from the flat foot of the negro. The great 
height of the trees and the entire absence of animal 
life were the two things that seemed to strike him most 
in the Bush. He spoke most highly of Lord Cardwell, 
and seemed to think his scheme for reorganising the 
army will answer. He also talked a good deal of China, 
and is satisfied that the Chinese are the people of the 
future. Already, he sa3^s, they are breaking out ot 
their boundaries towards Kashgar and have compelled 
Mr. Forsyth to abandon his mission there. On to two 
great squashes at the Duchess of Marlborough's and 
Lady Salisbury's, where we found most of the ministers, 
and Rainald chaffed them about Dizzy's clever speech 
on the county franchise, which, while opposing the 
lowering of it now, quite leaves a door open for him- 
self to bring it forward some day. I seem to myself to 
have been talking to distinguished people without end — 
Lord Salisbury, Lord Strathnairn, the Bishop of Peter- 


borough, Mr. Lowe, Lord Cairns, etc. I do enjoy it 
so ! Lord Salisbury spoke of Sir Garnet as our general 
of the future. 

" Sunday, May 17. — In the evening we did what I 
am not fond of doing on Sunday, dined out with the 
Bradfords, a very small party, but a remarkable one, as 
it included Mr. Disraeli ! It is very flattering to see the 
anxiety which is displayed to bring about a rapproche- 
ment between him and Rainald. It was evidently an 
arranged thing, but in spite of the smallness of the party 
not much came of it, and I do not think they exchanged 
more than two or three sentences. He came and talked 
to me after dinner. I thought him affected and sen- 
tentious, as I did when I met him at Osborne in 1868, but 
could have got on better if we had been left to ourselves. 

" June 10. — In the evening we went to the palace 
concert, and I had a good look at the Duchess of 
Edinburgh. She is very like her brother, but so 
gay and animated. As Princess Christian told me the 
other day, the precedence about which there has been 
so much talk has not been altered, nor could it have 
been without an Act of Parliament. The Princess of 
Wales and Princess Christian walked first, then the 
Duchess and Princess Louise. While noting all this, I 
had a long talk with Lord Cairns about the Public 
Worship Bill. He is evidently out of patience with the 
bishops, who are most difficult to deal with, and never, 
he sa^^s, know their own minds for two minutes together. 
I see the Bill is very unpopular, and much doubt it 
passing. Lord Selborne, who put me into the carriage 
to-night, is evidently unhapp}^ about it. All the world 
is talking of the great marriage just announced between 
Lord Grosvenor and Lady Sybil Lumley. I hope it 
will turn out well. She is a lovely girl, and said to be 
perfectly charming. 

" June 12. — Our first dinner in this our own house 
went off wonderfully well, although Lady Manners 
failed at the last minute ! We had the Cawdors, 
Adderleys, Buxtons, Gages, Hanbury Tracys, Lord 
Manners, Lord Cottenham, General Airey, and Mr. 

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Browning, with whom I do not get on as well as I 
should like. Then off to Dorchester House, where were 
he and she of Edinburgh. I valsed w^th Lord Hertford 
and several others, and enjoyed myself hugely, as I 
always do at that beautiful house. 

" Osterley Park, June 16. — We drove down here 
yesterday to stay wdth the dear old Duchess of Cleve- 
land, whom Rainald and I both like so much. The 
house, which I remember seeing years ago, when I rode 
over here with my father, is very quaint and finely 
decorated in the best style of the last century. Lord 
Jersey has 3000 acres here, which must be very valuable, 
and the kitchen-gardens are let to a market gardener 
at ;£i2 an acre. Lady Jersey and Mr. Brandhng, Lord 
Alington,Matt and Polly Ridley, Reggie Villiers,and Lord 
Zouche are here. To-day we drove in Lord Alington's 
drag to Ascot, all through Windsor Park, but the intense 
cold quite spoilt the races, and made one long for seal- 
skins ! There were very few people, and no smart gowns 
in consequence. Here is Horace Walpole's description 
of Osterley, as he saw it a hundred years ago : 

" ' On Friday we went to see oh ! the palace of 
palaces — a palace sans crown or coronet, but such 
expense ! such taste ! such profusion ! and yet half an 
acre produces all the rents that furnish such magnifi- 
cence. In short, a shop is the estate, and Osterley 
Park is the spot. The old house I have often seen, 
which was built by Sir Thomas Gresham, but it is so 
improved and enriched that all the Percies and Seymours 
of Sion must die of envy. There is a double portico that 
fills the space between the towers of the front, and is as 
noble as the Propylaeum of Athens. There is a hall, 
a library, a breakfast-room, an eating-room, all chefs 
d'oeuvres of Adam, a gallery 130 feet long, and a 
drawing-room worthy of Eve before the Fall. Mrs. 
Child's dressing-room is full of pictures, old filagree, 
china, and japan. So is all the house. The chairs are 
taken from antique lyres, and make charming harmony. 
There are Salvators, Caspar Poussins, a beautiful stair- 
case and ceihng by Rubens, not to mention a kitchen- 



garden that costs ;£i400 a year, and a menagerie full of 
birds that come from a thousand lands, which Mr. 
Bankes has not yet discovered. Then in the drawing- 
room which I mentioned, there are door-cases and a 
crimson and gold frieze that were, I believe, borrowed 
from the Palace of the Sun. The Park is the ugliest 
spot of ground in the universe, and so I return comforted 
to Strawberry.' 

" Glowing as this description is, it is not in the least 
exaggerated, and I seldom enjoyed anything more than 
going over the house with the stately old lady who 
inhabits it, and suits it so well. There is a boudoir hung 
with the most exquisite tapestry, put up two years after 
Horace Walpole wrote ; a state bed which the Duchess 
occupies, embroidered in a way to drive the School of Art 
mad with envy ; a dressing-room elaborately decorated 
in the Pompeian style ; while every bit of door, shutter, 
frieze, and cornice is finished in the same exquisite taste. 
" July 12. — We went down by train to Hatfield, to a 
grand fete given for the Prince and Princess of Wales 
and their guests, the Crown Prince and Princess of 
Prussia. Alas ! just as we arrived, the rain came down 
in torrents, and entirely spoiled what would have been 
a most charming entertainment. It cleared later fortu- 
nately, but the grass was soaked, and one could not 
wander about in the gardens as one would have liked. 
I was in luck when dinner came, as Lord Strathnairn 
took me in, and I sat between him and Lord Carnarvon, 
and for the first time assisted at a real state banquet, 
a very fine sight in the grand old hall. I talked to Lord 
Carnarvon about Mr. Plimsoll's Bill, and to Lord 
Strathnairn about the Public Worship, or, as Sir Thomas 
Munro calls it, ' the Clerical Meeting's Bill.' The line 
Mr. Gladstone is taking seems calculated to break up 
the Liberal party still further, and Dizzy, it is supposed, 
supports the Bill, to please the Queen, annoy Lord ' 
Salisbury and Mr. Hardy, and complete the disruptior 
of the Opposition. 

" July 13. — I went to Prince's to see the skating on 
rollers which has become the fashionable amusement 


t is a pretty sight, but not very good for the bodies or 
linds of the youthful generation. The former are 
iver-exerted, while the latter remain totally unculti- 
ated. I wonder how long it will last ! On the way 
;.ome I began to wonder if I had done anything to be of 
Lse to anybody these last few months. It has been a 
;ay, pleasant season, I have never enjoyed one more, 
)ut I am afraid I have become very worldly and 
leasure-loving. Rainald and I talked a good deal 
bout expenses to-day. It is difficult to know how to 
pportion one's expenditure, how much is inevitable, 
nd how much may be fairly counted selfish. I am 
fraid I feel responsible for much of our expenditure this 
/■ear, i.e. on the house which w^e have bought and 
urnished. Oh, how often I wish I had never set my 
leart upon it ! We had some nice grave talk about the 
uture world to which we are wending, and about v/hich 
NQ know so little. 

" Sunday, July 19. — I went with Rainald to Lady 
Charlotte Schreiber's, to look at her almost unequalled 
:ollection of Bow, Chelsea, Worcester, Plymouth, 
Derby, and Bristol china, all beautifully arranged in 
:hronological order. She and her husband thoroughly 
understand it, and I was much interested in all they 
told us. Flowers, birds, figures are the ascending 
5cale as regards painting on china, and coloured ground 
is preferable to white. Plymouth is the first English 
|China made with hard paste, raised flowers on white 
are characteristic of Bow% and the raised conches on 
Chelsea are especially valuable. 

" Monday, July 20. — I finished up the season with a 
pleasant little party at Lady Henniker's, w^here, besides 
talking to Lord Aberdeen and Lad^'^ Edith Ashley 
about Plimsoll, I had a very interesting conversation 
with Lord Selborne about the Public Worship Bill 
and the prospects of the Church. He agrees it is 
necessary that something should be done, but dreads 
whither the ball now set rolling may go, saying he 
should not wonder if blood were one day to be shed in a 
1 religious war in this country. Really Charley Newde- 


gate is not so far wrong after all 1 He told a curious 
story of the present Bishop of London, Dr. Jackson. 
The living of St. James's, Piccadilly, being vacant, Dr, 
Blomfield offered it to a Mr. Harvey of Hornsey, who 
declined it, but wrote : ' If you want a good man, take 
Jackson, the under-master of the grammar school at 
Islington.' The Bishop sent for him, heard him preach, 
and appointed him then and there. Lord Selborne 
also told me that Mr. Gladstone, after his fine speech 
on the second reading of the Public Worship Bill, 
exclaimed, ' I have killed that Bill ! ' Never was any 
man more mistaken ! 

" Althorp, September i8. — We drove over here on 
Wednesday, and went to Northampton yesterday for the 
Agricultural Show. It was my first experience of a 
public dinner, and a very long process it is, but I confess 
to having been rather amused than otherwise, although 
of course the exclusion of politics made the speeches 
rather dull. This morning Lady Sarah showed me some ol 
the most valuable books of the famous Althorp library 
I believe it is the finest private library in the kingdom — 
a Biblia Pauperum printed by Fust and Gutenberg, in 
1455 ; several early Caxtons ; a book of Types from tht 
Apocalypse printed from coarse blocks before movable 
types were invented ; a Decameron, which was bought 
in 1807 for £2260 ; a Book of Hours, which belonged to 
a Spanish queen, with all manner of good resolutions 
written on the fly-leaves ; and Aldines without end ! 1 
had to hurry over it, for we came home to luncheon and 
played croquet, alas ! for the last time. And so ends 
another happy summer at home. Thank God for it ! " 

Sir Rainald and Lady Knightley spent the next few 
weeks on a round of visits in Scotland. They begar 
with Lamington and went on by Dunkeld to Guisachan 
Sir Dudley Marjoribanks' beautiful place in the High- 
lands, where they were the guests of her cousin, Matthew 
Ridley, whose name often figures in these pages, and his 
wife. Sir Dudley's elder daughter. 

** Guisachan, Beatily, N.B., September 23. — Tired as 
I am, I must try to write a few lines about this most 

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mjoyable day, every hour of which has given me the 
ieenest pleasure. After leaving Dunkeld, we dashed 
;hrough the beautiful Pass of Killiecrankie, where the 
Grarry rushes along its deep gorge, and by Blair Atholl 
:o the wild Pass of Drumouchter, and then descended into 
Strathspey and came down on the sea at Forres and by 
3ulloden to Inverness and Beauly. There we left the 
:rain and drove for twenty-three miles along beautiful 
.vooded glens with glorious views of purple hills till 
t was too dark to see anything, and very glad we were 
:o get here at eight. The party consists of Matt and 
Mary Ridley, Colonel and Lady Emily Gore, Mr. and 
Miss Hughes, Lord Vernon and his daughter, Mr. 
Mewton and Mr. Delane, who amused us with a queer 
itory which he had picked up in the train that Rainald 
A^as going to be made a peer. 

" September 26. — We came here on Wednesday, and 
:his is Saturday, night, and I have not written a line of 
ny Journal. I feel as if I could not describe the ever- 
ranging beauty of these mountains and glens, rocks 
md waterfalls, these bleak moors and soft mossy woods 
fAth. gnarled firs and slender birches. We ride and ride. 
1 long to be alone and listen to what Nature has to say 
n these wonderful solitudes. Yesterday we took a 
Host delightful expedition over the hill to Affric, which 
;its on its fir-clad isle between two still, clear lochs, 
ihut in b}' high mountains. Lady Fanny Marjoribanks 
md Lady Blandford were there, and gave us luncheon. 
Mr. Newton, Mr. Delane, and the Vernons are gone, and 
Lord and Lady Frederick Cavendish have arrived. 
She is an immense addition to the party. I must 
escind my former statement about Mr. Delane, who 
certainly knows everything that happens to Dizzy, and 
nformed us that he had heard some days ago that the 
E*rime Minister was not going to Ireland, nominally 

IDecause of a bronchial attack. 
" September 29. — Every day we take rides in new 
lirections through these beautiful hills and get exquisite 
I /iews of blue peaks and sunny lochs and far-away 
nountains standing out against the clear green of the 


evening sky. Altogether I am very sorry to turn my 
back on beautiful Guisachan, which I am never likeh 
to see again, and both Ishbel Marjoribanks and Lad\ 
Frederick are very congenial companions and deligh 
in this Highland scenery as much as I do. 

" Glen Ferness, Dumphail, September 30. — We had i 
charming drive to Beauly, and a long and rather drear} 
one from Nairn to this place. Dear old Lord Levei 
welcomed us most cordially. He is in his eighty-nintl 
year, and I am glad to have managed a visit to him anc 
Sophy. The Findhorn flows close to the house, betweei 
rocky banks, richly wooded, with views of wild moor- 
land and here and there glimpses of the Mora}^ Firtl 
and distant hills. 

" October 2. — In spite of a terrific gale — the baromete) 
down at 28 — Sophy and I had a very pleasant drive tc 
Cawdor Castle, looking across to the Moray Firth anc 
Sutherland and Cromarty on the opposite shore. Wt 
found Lady Cawdor, who took us all over this very perfect 
specimen of an old Scottish castle. It has the usua 
central keep with four turrets and a moat and drawbridge 
and in the very centre of the house is the hawthorr 
tree and the coffer in which the founder of the castk 
was carr3ang his gold when he was told to build hii 
house at the third hawthorn which he reached. King 
Duncan is said to have been murdered in one of the rooms 
here. I was greatly fascinated wuth the whole place, il 
is so unspoilt, and I liked the old spiral staircases anc 
the arras hanging on the bare stone walls. 

" Fawsley, October 21. — Rainald went to Quartei 
Sessions, and I trotted down to Badby, where as usua 
I found plenty to do till luncheon, soon after which the 
Bishop and Mrs. Magee arrived. In the evening I listenec 
with great interest to a conversation between Rainalc 
and the Bishop about the steps to be taken by Convo- 
cation and Parliament as to the proposed alterations ir 
the Rubric, as to legalising the eastward position, etc 
The Bishop feels strongly the importance of the twc 
bodies acting together, and deprecates Parliament 
taking any action on its own account, as more likely 


han anything to lead to Disestablishment. We had a 
5W neighbours to dinner, and the Bishop, after his wont, 
lade himself most agreeable, telling story after story, 
"arlyle's definition of Dizzy and Gladstone amused me 
specially : ' Dizzy prays morning and evening that people 
nay not find out what a humbug he is ; Gladstone, that 
le himself may not find out what a humbug he is.' He 
ately heard a lady remark, after reading J. S. Mill's 
iutobiography , ' What an extraordinary man ! He 
ippears to have had no mother and no God.' Speaking 
)f the sad fact that seventeen hundred men in North- 
impton voted for Bradlaugh, he said that this was to 
)e chiefly accounted for by the bad hands into which 
wo of the chief parishes of the town had fallen — men 
vho had been there twenty years and had done 
lothing — and * the worst part is,' he added, ' that I as 
Bishop can do nothing ! ' His remarks about speakers 
n the House of Lords were particularly interesting. 
He spoke of the sharp thrusts which Lord Granville 
:an give from under his velvet paws, and expressed the 
vvarmest affection and admiration for Lord Salisbury, 
and, to my joy, approved entirely of his taking office. 
He also said that the attendance at the House of Lords 
had improved immensely since the new peers had been 
made. Formerly, when important questions were dis- 
cussed, often not half a dozen peers were present. In 
talking of the clergy, he amused me by saying how 
difficult it was to keep them straight on any point. 
' The fact is, when the}'- get together, they are like wet 
hay and begin to heat.' He also gave an interesting 
account of the Metaphysical Society, to which he be- 
longs. The members meet and dine together once a 
month and hold a discussion on some given subject, 
premising that no one is to be offended at what anyone 
else says. A necessary provision, when you get together 
Archbishop Manning, Mr. Froude, Mr. Greg, Mr. Roden 
Noel, the Duke of Argyll, and two or three English 
bishops and deans, and then proceed to discuss Miracles. 
On that occasion he was very much struck with the 
feeble nature of the anti-Christian arguments. But I 


could write pages about the interesting and curious things 
which he told us. He certainly is one of the most 
agreeable people whom I have ever met, besides being 
a man to whom I look up with the greatest respect, 
because of his earnestness and sincerity of purpose. 

" October 26. — We are both of us absorbed in the 
Greville Memoirs, and seeing how interesting they are 
makes me resolve to be more careful to put down the 
various curious and amusing things that I hear. His 
stories about William iv.'s undignified proceedings re- 
mind me of one I have often heard Sophy tell, of his 
coming to call on Sir William Fremantle, at Englefield 
Green, perched on the box of his own carriage, that he 
might see how a new pair of horses went ! Rainald told 
me a curious story of Mr. Disraeli, how that after he had 
written his Memoir of his intimate friend, Lord George 
Bentinck, he went to Mr. Charles Greville, who had 
always been on the worst possible terms with Lord 
George, and asked him to review the book in the 
Quarterly. Mr. Greville declined, alleging as his reason 
the known enmity which had always subsisted between 
them. A few days later he was surprised to receive 
a visit from Mr. Delane with a similar request for the 
Times. He again declined, giving the same reason, 
adding, ' Mr. Disraeli cannot wish it, after what I told 
him the other day.' ' Why,* said Delane, ' Disraeli 
himself desired me to come to you ! ' 

" Between his interminable relations of party politics, 
Mr. Greville gives one occasional glimpses of the horrible 
state in which the people were at that time. Although 
there is, no doubt, still ample room for amendment, I 
am sure that things are much improved since those days. 

" Etiston, Thetford, November i. — We arrived here 
with the Sydneys and Lord Charles, the rest of the 
party being the Duke of Cambridge and Colonel Mac- 
donald, the Ashburtons, Lady Marian Alford, and Sir 
R. Errington's elder brother, Mr. Stanley. All the 
world are talking of the Greville Memoirs, and I was 
amused to hear Lady Sydney say that Mr. Greville 
had resolved never to record any gossip about the 

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Royal Family, upon which the Duke exclaimed, ' Bless 
my soul ! I think he has given us a pretty good dose 
of it.' The Duchess of Grafton came to tea, and I 
thought her very pleasing. It is a pity she does not 
make more effort to appear, but she is no doubt very 
delicate. The Duke of Cambridge was my partner at 
whist, very good-humoured and jolly as usual. Lad}' 
Marian Alford and Lady Sydney talk away together, and 
relate much that is amusing, and I gaze my fill at pretty 
Lady Ashburton. We discussed the article in the 
Edinburgh on the Session. It is a regular party attack 
on the Government, grouping all their blunders 
dexterously together. But certainly the most extra- 
ordinary thing was Mr. Disraeli's violent language 
about Lord Salisbury, in the last days of the debate 
on the Public Worship Act. Such language, I suppose, 
was never used before by one cabinet minister about 
another. Rainald says he has thought a great deal 
about it, and I cannot imagine what his object, can have 
been. Rainald 's position, I am sorry to say, becomes 
daily more isolated, since on the religious questions, 
which unhappily are becoming the burning questions 
of the day, he cannot act with his former friends, Lord 
Salisbury and Mr. Hardy, feeling as he does entirely 
with Disraeli on these matters. I doubt if either he 
or I shall long continue to care for our present position, 
such as it is, in the world of politics and fashion. ^ I have 
never really been ' of it,' and home duties and country 
life become daily more attractive. But I shall not vanish 
without a pang from London — the centre of everything. 
" November 5. — The anniversary of Inkermann ! so 
we drank to the health of the three who were present 
on that great day, the Duke of Cambridge, Colonel Mac- 
donald, and Lord Charles. How long ago it all seems ! 
and must be, since Lord Sydney has been telling us all 
about his visit to St. Petersburg last year, to attend the 
Duke of Edinburgh's marriage. The Czar there drives 
about everywhere without an escort, and goes to the 
theatre on gala nights with no escort but the man 

* A true enough prevision. — L. M. K., 1S82. 


who drives him, and walks about the streets entirely 
unattended. A great contrast to the fright he was in 
here, when every Pole was watched by a detective, and 
he drove in a close carriage and made one bound in 
and out of it.^ Lady Ashburton and I had a pleasant 
day, lunching with the shooters and walking about 
with them — the weather marvellously still and bright. 
Two curious little announcements were read out of 
to-day's paper. At a meeting of the Corporation of 
London, it was proposed to give Mr. Disraeli the freedom 
of the City, but after a warm debate the matter dropped. 
Mr. Gladstone announces the publication of a pamphlet 
on The Vatican Decrees in their Bearing on Civil 
Allegiance, upon which Lord .Sydney groaned out, 
' Why can't he keep quiet ? ' 

" Fawsley, Saturday, November 7. — We had a 
prosperous journey home, travelling with the Sydneys, 
who were good company to the end. Lord Sydney 
said he dined one evening at Gloucester House, and the 
Duke of Cambridge and Lord Clarendon kept him there 
till 2 a.m., harping on all the Prince is doing to pull 
down the monarchy. They slyly suggested that he 
should remonstrate, but it was a case of ' people who 
live in glass houses I ' Lady Sydney told us that the 
Inconnue of Prosper Merim^e's Letters was a Mrs. 
Dagineau, whose mother was English, and that no one 
suspected the existence of the friendship. The Empress 
herself told Lady Sydney that, well as they knew 
M^rimee, they never dreamt of it. When his house 
was sacked in the Commune, the packet of letters fell 
into the hands of a stranger, who brought them to 
England, and Lord Henry Percy has actually seen 
them, I am extremely interested in Mr. Gladstone's 
pamphlet. It is impossible not to agree with every 
word of it, and equally impossible not to wonder what 
is his object in writing it. Does he mean to join the 
Old Catholics ? He has been staying with Dr. DoUinger 
this autumn, and went to Lord Acton's the very day his, 
letter to him appeared in the Titnes. Or is it to spite 

* Six years after this, he was murdered in his own capital. — L. K., 1880. 


|i874] AT CRICHEL 271 

bhe Romans for having rejected the Irish University Bill, 
and thus paved the way for his great fall last year ? 
Or is it an attempt to outbid Dizzy for Protestant 
support ? Probably it is none of these things, but 
simply the outcome of a mind which, great as it is, 
becomes entirely absorbed in the one subject which 
occupies it at the moment. 

" 4 Grosvenor Crescent, November 22. — There is a 
great stir about Mr. Disraeli's speech at the Guildhall, 
in which he said that the British workman was in a 
better position than many a foreign nobleman who was 
liable at any moment to arbitrary arrest. Of course 
he was supposed to refer to Count Arnim, who has been 
again arrested for political reasons, and all the foreign 
papers commented upon his remark, whereupon he 
inserts an official disclaimer of any such reference in the 
Times, and of course makes matters ten times worse, as 
it is immediately assumed on the Continent that he did 
this at Bismarck's bidding, which is certainly not true. 

" Crichel, Wimborne, December 7. — We came here 
from home to-day, and find the Ashburtons, whom I 
am delighted to meet again, Lady Alington, Lord 
Winchelsea, Big Ben,i Lord Henry Lennox, and Lord 
Bingham. After dinner Lord Winchelsea and Lord 
Henry Lennox both broke out into violent abuse of 
Mr. Greville's book, which is to be accounted for by the 
fact that Mr. Greville had been the main instrument in 
turning Lord Winchelsea out of the Jockey Club, and 
that he speaks in a most impertinent way of the Duke of 

" December 10. — We drove to St. Giles's, Lord 
Shaftesbury's place, and admired the fine old yews 
round the house, and on to Cranborne Manor, a most 
delightful old place belonging to Lord Salisbury. One 
room is called King John's, and there is a charming 
panelled hall with a minstrels' gallery, very like Haddon 
in miniature. 

I " Somerley, Ringwood, December 14. — ^We came on 
here on Saturday with Lady Normanton and the 

^ George Cavendish Bentinck, born 1803, died 1886; M. P. for West Norfolk. 


Dowager Lady Barrington and her daughter Augusta. 
The Crichel party amused me, but this one is far more 
to my taste, always excepting dear Lady Ashburton. 
I have been admiring the beautiful Sir Joshuas and 
Gainsboroughs in the fine picture gallery here, and 
enjoying Miss Barrington 's really delightful music, 
and taking long walks through the fir woods with 
which this house is surrounded. Mr. and Lady Rose 
Lovell, Colonel and Mrs. Henry Byng, Lord Calthorpe, 
and Mr. Montague Guest arrived — a very pleasant 
party. Miss Barrington told me that A Week in a 
French Country House is taken almost exactly from 
life at Frankfort, the Marquis de TAigle's place near 
Compiegne, with which she is intimately acquainted 
through her elder sister's marriage to Mr. Alfred Sartoris, 
a brother of the Marquise. The story was written 
by another sister-in-law of the Marquise, Adelaide 
Sartoris, Fanny Kemble's sister, and the painter de- 
scribed in its pages is Leighton. 

" Meanwhile Count Arnim's trial proceeds, and is 
most bewildering. Bismarck's language to him seems 
to have been most insulting, while the Count himielf 
seems to have been careless and not always accurate 
in his dispatches. How Bismarck can allow his personal 
views on French politics to be published in this manner 
is beyond comprehension. 

" Fawsley, December 24. — We came home to find snow 
on the ground, and the trees bending under the weight. 
I went to the Workhouse at Daventry, and had my 
first Christmas good wishes from the poor old women 
there. Mamma, Sophy, Henr}^ and Harry arrived in the 
evening, only Sir Thomas is unfortunately detained in 
town by illness. I went to Badby to help at a Christmas 
tree and tea for the children, and distribute Rainald's 
gifts, and had the Preston singers as usual at night. 
It is reall}^ like Christmas in a story-book, with our 
happy famil}'' party, and the snow on the ground, and 
the dear old hall hung with garlands, and carol-singing 
all round, and underlying it all the deep, real joy of our 
Blessed Lord's birth. How^ thankful I ought to be ! " 

London and Homburg 


' Fawsley, January 22, 1875. — The Liberal party are in 
despair at Mr. Gladstone's resignation, and are sorely 
exercised as to the choice of a leader. It appears to 
he between Mr. Forster and Lord Hartington, and the 
latter will no doubt have it, although far the least able 
man of the two, just because he is a Duke's son. As 
the Daily News neatl}^ puts it : ' The^^ think a party 
leader should be also a party giver, and cherish a humble 
hope of a share in the festivities of Devonshire House.' 

" January 30. — An immense meet at Charwelton, 
where the Pytchley had not met for forty years, when 
Mr. Osbaldistone was Master of the Hounds. It was 
ah extremel}^ pretty sight and a lovely morning. Lord 
Hartington was out, and told Rainald that he thought 
he should be chosen leader of the Opposition without 
a division. I suppose he knew what we know now — 
i.e., that Mr. Forster intends to retire from public life. 
We had a nice gallop up here through Badb}* Wood and 
by Badby House and vStaverton, ending at Shuckburgh. 

" February 10. — The session really promises to be 
the long-dreamt-of one devoted to social reforms. 
Last night Sir Stafford Northcote brought in a Bill 
about Friendly Societies, Mr. Cross another for im- 
proving London dwellings, and Sir Chailes Adderley 
a very bad Bill (I fear) about Unseaworthy Shipping. 
Still, it is a cheering and promising sign that so much 
prominence should be given to measures of this class. 

I wonder what will be the result ? 


274 LONDON AND HOMBURG [chap.xxi 

" Richmond Park, April 12. — 1 left dear Fawsley for 
the first time without regret, the weather is so cold 
and ungenial, and we have been very quiet for a long 
time. Travelled up with Charley Newdegate, who 
still defends Bismarck in spite of his outrageous con- 
duct. He is actually stirring up a row, and a most 
unprovoked one, with Belgium in particular, and all 
Europe in general. What it all means I have not a 
conception ! It almost seems as if ' Whom the Gods 
doom to destruction they first make mad.' 

" April 13. — Mamma and I drove to Richmond and 
called on Lord and Lady Russell. The old Lord was 
as bright and cheery as possible, asking a Colonel 
Fletcher who had just returned from Canada many 
questions about the Colonies, and expressing his great 
satisfaction that there was now less inclination to snub 
them than there was. Mr. Lowe, he said, was always 
for abandoning our Colonies, and ' breaking up the 
sun of our vast Empire into spangles.* Even Lord 
Granville gave a man leave to wear a United States 
decoration, to whom it had been given solely because he 
expressed an opinion that we ought to give up Canada 
to the States ! I said at least Lord Carnarvon had 
plenty of backbone, whereupon he replied that a states- 
man who did not belong to the vertebrate order of 
animals was of no use. He really was most agreeable, 
talked of Lady Mary Wortley Montagu's letters, and 
although deaf and infirm is a wonderful specimen of 
eighty-five ! 

" April 14. — To-day we drove to Roehampton, and 
thought Lord Leven, who is eighty-nine, even more 
wonderful than Lord Russell. 

"4 Grosvenor Crescent, April 21. — We came to 
London in time for luncheon. The house looks very com- 
fortable, and it certainly is nice settling down in one's 
own tov/n house. In the evening I went to a huge squash 
at the Foreign Office, where I met my old friend Sir'' 
Howard Elphinstone, who has just returned from the 
East with Prince Arthur. He says ' Chinese Gordon ' 
is doing wonderfully well, and the Khedive asks, ' What 


manner of man is this 3^ou have sent me, who won't 
take money ? ' His predecessor, Sir Samuel Baker, 
seems to have been a great failure, as one reads between 
the lines of his very self-glorifying book. And he 
accepted ;(^20,ooo as a compensation for his alleged 
grievance in leaving before his time had expired ! 

" April 27. — To-day Rainald witnessed a strange 
scene in the House of Commons. It was crowded in every 
part, especially in the Strangers' Gallery, and among 
other strangers were the German Ambassador, Prince 
Christian, and the Prince of Wales, who was on the 
Royal Commission about horses, and had come to 
hear Mr. Chaplin's motion, when suddenly up got Mr. 
Biggar, the deformed Irish pork-butcher who spoke for 
four hours last week on the Peace Preservation Bill, and 
cried, ' Sir, I spy strangers ! ' and out they all had to 
go ! However, Dizzy moved to suspend the standing 
orders. Lord Hartington seconded the motion, and in 
half an hour they were all let in again. But it was a 
curious episode, and not exactly creditable to the House. 
Rainald says that man}^ years ago, — in 1863, I think,— 
when the Radicals proposed to give Garibaldi an 
ovation when he came to the House, he and Big Ben 
went to the Speaker and threatened to spy strangers, 
and so put a stop to what would have been a very im- 
proper proceeding. I remember the incident perfectly, 
but did not know how it had been stopped. 

" May 4. — Nora Campbell dined with us, and by a 
most happy inspiration we went down to the House 
together, and were in great luck. Lord Hartington 
moved his resolutions respecting the rules of the House 
by which reporting the debates is nominally a breach 
of privilege, and any one member may espy strangers. 
He is a dull speaker, but what he said was very sensible. 
Mr. Mitchell Henry, who followed him, spoke well, but 
at inordinate length. Then came Charley Newdegate, 
who spoke to the point as an old member and was 
altogether worthy of himself ; then Dizzy, who dis- 
appointed me. He spoke with effort and by no means 
fluentl}^, although he raised a laugh when he said the 

276 LONDON AND HOMBURG [chap, xxi 

two last speakers wanted an Act for the preservation 
of speeches. Then Mr. Lowe, clear, fluent, and common- 
sensical, brushing away musty cobwebs. He sat down, 
and Mr. Hardy had just got up, when Mr. Sullivan jumped 
up, saying, ' Mr. Speaker, I spy strangers ! ' whereupon 
of course there was a great row, and all the occupants 
of the Strangers' Gallery had to be bundled out, in- 
cluding Lord Spencer ; but we remained safe, behind 
our grating. The members in their turn j^elled, howled, 
and hooted, even I was sorry to hear, hissed Mr. Sullivan, 
who raved and stormed in his turn, sa3dng that as a 
journalist he was determined to speak for his brother- 
journalists, and that they would no longer continue 
on sufferance in the House, but would resist to the 
last the tyrann}' which kept the Press in slavery, with 
more bombast of the same kind, amid frequent interrup- 
tion. Lord Hartington then got up and said that he 
could not approve of what Mr. Sullivan had done, but 
that he was only following a very respectable precedent in 
showing the absurdity of the rule excluding strangers. 
Lord Eslington said that there was one thing that the 
House never tolerated, and that was being threatened, 
as Mr. Sullivan had done, and proposed to refer the 
question to a Select Committee — a proposal which 
Rainald supported. Mr. Disraeli then said that Mr. 
Hardy had been about to make some very valuable 
suggestions, which would probably have settled the 
question, if he had not been so improperly interrupted, 
and finally proposed the adjournment of the debate. 

" May 5. — We had a pleasant ride with various 
House of Commons men, Mr. Noel, Mr. Sandford, Mr. 
Neville-Grenville, etc., all full of last night, and all 
agreeing that something must be done. But Mr. Lowe, 
to my surprise, was eloquent on the folly of the line 
Dizzy took. ' Wisdom of our ancestors, indeed ! is 
it likely that when rules have been carefully framed for 
the express purpose of keeping people out they are 
likely to prove the best means of letting them in ? ' 
Lord Redesdale, who came to see me later, takes the 
ultra-Tory vfew, and asks ' why a rule which has been 


in force for so many centuries should not continue ? ' 
I am rather inchned to think the power should be 
vested in the House, not in one member. Rainald 
insists that by simply threatening to enforce the rule 
in 1863, he and Big Ben saved the House from the 
undignified proceeding of rising to receive Garibaldi, 
and that if for instance Prince Bismarck came and 
the Protestants tried to cheer and the Romans to hoot 
him, such a scandal might be averted by a single man 
of sense and courage. 
i " May 31. — I went to the House to hear the end 
of the debate adjourned from May 5. Mr. Hardy was 
just finishing his speech when I got there, and Colonel 
Mure made a long, fumbling, rambling speech, during 
which there was much buzz, which ceased entirely 
when Rainald rose. He spoke low at first, and some- 
body cried, ' vSpeak up ! ' and then he did speak up, 
slowly, distinctly, shortly, with much point and purpose, 
frequent ' hear, hears,' and one genuine burst of laughter. 
Above all, his whole manner and bearing w^ere essenti- 
ally those of a gentleman, and I felt very proud of him, 
while the compliments we have since received have been 
innumerable. Mr. Roebuck followed, and was received 
with respect ; but his proposal, which / thought a very 
good one, was not approved. Then Mr. Beresford 
Hope and Sir William Harcourt, who certainly speaks 
uncommonly well ; and then Mr. Ward Hunt and Mr. 
Horsman rose together, and there were such loud cries 
of * Horsman, Horsman ! ' that the former was obliged 
to give way, and we had a most clever and amusing 
speech — far the best of the evening — from Mr. Horsman. 
Both the front Opposition Bench and Mr. Sullivan got 
it hot and strong, and they didn't like it ; while ' our 
fellows ' kept cheering and laughing, in no low tones. 
The House was denselv crowded, and the debate ended 
by Lord Hartington's resolution being rejected by 107 — 
poor dear Charley, with an excellent amendment, only 
getting 30 men of the very worst type in the House 
to vote with him. Mr. Disraeli's motion to expel 
strangers by a vote of the House was then agreed to, 

278 LONDON AND HOMBURG [chap, xxi 

without a division. Altogether, it was exceedingly 
amusing, and I enjoyed it very much. Rainald's speech 
was very well reported, as well as flatteringly spoken of, 
in the Times ; and what pleased him most of all was 
General Peel telling him, * You are my leader now,' 
which he values more than all the compliments that 
have been paid him. 

" The Deanery, Christ Church, Oxford, Whit-Sunday, 
1875. — I hardly know where to begin, I have seen so 
much in these two days ! Oxford in the most ideal 
weather is indeed charming, and is a romantic place 
in which to begin a new volume of my Journal — the 
faithful companion of over nineteen years. Yesterday 
Paddington Station was simply a pandemonium, exactly 
like Frith 's picture, and the contrast was all the more 
charming with this quiet Deanery garden, between the 
fine Cathedral and Christ Church library. We had tea 
in Harry Gage's rooms, and at dinner I sat between 
Lord Brooke and dear Prince Leo. It is quite charming 
to see him so well, able to walk about easily, and so 
much come out in every way. There was a large party, 
including Mr. Montague Bernard, late Chichele Pro- 
fessor of International Law, and Sir Henry Maine, 
Professor of Jurisprudence. After service, the Dean 
took us all over the Cathedral, and I admired the 
beautiful new windows designed by Burne- Jones. We 
lunched in All Souls with Edward Ridley, and saw the 
fine library, which contains some of Sir Christopher 
Wren's designs for St. Paul's. One of these, which was 
approved by Charles 11., but happily not carried out, 
had an immense steeple at the top of the Dome. Rainald 
and I and Alice Liddell — a most fascinating girl, the 
original of Alice in Wonderland — dined with Prince 
Leopold in his own rooms, where Harry and Lord 
Ramsay came to meet us. It was amusing to go in to 
dinner with him in his own house, and he was so nice. 
Altogether, these two days have been full of enjoyment, 
and I could spend hours poking about old Oxford. 

" Frampton Court, Dorchester, May 18. — We drove 
into Dorchester, a pretty old town with avenues all 


round it, like a foreign place, and visited a quaint old 
house called Wolverton, now inhabited by Mr. and 
Mrs. Albert Bankes. I was thrilled to hear that Far 
I from the Madding Crowd was written by a stone-mason 
at Poole, Thomas Hardy, who is familiar with all this 
country. We also saw the clergyman of a parish close 
to Dorchester, a Mr. Barnes, who has written some 
very pretty poems in Dorsetshire dialect. He has a 
fine head and long grey beard, but wears the most 
eccentric attire — a long flowing robe of grey waterproof 
lined with scarlet, and black stocikngs with buckled 

" In the evening Mr. Sheridan, who is staying here, 
showed us a very interesting letter from Mr. Motley, 
written in 1872, when he was staying with Prince 
Bismarck at Varzin for his silver wedding. Bismarck 
gave him a very curious account of his interview with 
Thiers and Jules Favre, when the peace preliminaries 
at Versailles were discussed. Favre with much effort 
compassed the shedding of a few tears, and then begged 
Bismarck not to reveal his weakness. Not long after- 
wards, a pathetic account of his emotion, given by 
Favre himself, appeared in the French newspapers. 
Thiers made Bismarck a long oration, upon which the 
latter begged him not to address him as if he were the 
Assembly, saying that their business could be arranged 
in a few words. Thiers then began a second oration, 
to which Bismarck replied in a German speech, of which 
neither Thiers nor Favre understood a word. They 
remonstrated and wished to send for an interpreter, 
whereupon Bismarck said that this was quite unnecessary 
if only Thiers would come to the point, but that he 
understood eloquence as little as Thiers understood 
German ! Nevertheless, Bismarck Hked Thiers, saying 
that he had quite the manner of the old school. 

" June 29. — We dined with the Duke of Grafton, 
and went to an amusing party at Lady Salisbury's, 
where was the Seyyid of Zanzibar, who greeted us 
most politely with a sort of kiss of the hand, like the 
Shah, as he went out, and I am told blessed the house 

28o LONDON AND HOMBURG [chap, xxi 

as he took his leave. He retires everywhere for prayer 
after dinner, and sets an example which Christians 
might well follow. Afterwards I listened with amuse- 
ment to a discussion between Rainald and Lord Salisbury 
over the Agricultural Holdings Bill and the recent 
meeting at the Carlton. The landlords are evidently 
much exercised over it. I own to being puzzled, and 
am not sure whether I agree with the Government or the 
forty-five county members who met at the Carlton 
and objected to the provision that improvements for 
which the farmer is to be compensated should be such 
as add to the rateable value of the land. I also had a 
little talk with Mr. Forster, who knows me at last ! 
He has just been in Northamptonshire, and is struck with 
our old-world look. I can understand his feeling the 
contrast with his busy, modern North ! Last night 
we met Captain and Mrs. Richard Burton, the travellers, 
at dinner at the Sheridans'. She was an Arundel of 
Wardour and would marry this most cut-throat-looking 
individual. I wonder if she is happy? Anyhow, she 
told us many wonderful stories, ending with an account 
of poor Janie Teleki, who died in her arms at Damascus, 
having been received into the Church of Rome on her 

''July I. — I went with Nora and Harry to hear 
Lohengrin, the much-talked-of. Decidedly I prefer the 
music of the past to that of the future, Mozart to Wagner. 
But when I have said that, I must add that as a music- 
drama it is glorious ! The instrumentation is so rich, 
the recitation far finer than any other, the libretto 
charming, and the whole thing rolls along in one grand 
full stream of harmony. Albani was ' Elsa,' and Nicco- 
lini ' Lohengrin,' but somehow the singers seemed 
subordinate to the orchestra. There are no pauses for 
applause, and the densely crowded house hardly got a 
chance of once clapping. Altogether, I was deeply 
interested, and to me the three hours passed with 
incredible rapidity. 

" July 22. — Rainald came in late from the House, 
and told me of a most painful scene which took place 

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when Mr. Disraeli announced the abandonment of the 
Merchant Shipping Bill. Poor Mr. Phmsoll, between 
mortification and excitement, went almost off his head, 
denounced the shipowners as scoundrels, and would 
not withdraw a word, even when threatened with 
the censure of the House. Poor man ! he has been 
badly treated, and I cannot say how sorry I feel 
about it." 

At the end of the London season, Sir Rainald, who 

I suffered from frequent attacks of gout and rheumatism, 
was ordered by his doctor to drink the waters and take 

I the baths at Homburg and Wildbad. Lady Knightley, 
although somewhat reluctant to leave home, thoroughly 
enjoyed the trip abroad, and as usual managed to do 
and see much that was interesting during the seven 
weeks . 

" Brussels, Hotel Mengelle, July 25. — I left London 
without, England with, regret, and had an excellent 
journey and passage to Ostend. Belgium looks like one 
vast field of allotments, and it is wonderful how every 
scrap of ground is turned to account. We admired the 
great church of Ste. Gudule with its fine windows and 
old glass, and went all over the beautiful Hotel de Ville. 
x\fter table d'hote, we walked about in the charming 
Park, and thought Brussels a very attractive town. 

" Homburg, Kisseliff Strasse, July 31. — Les journees 
se succSdent et se ressemblent, beaucoup meme ! Homburg 
is much the prettiest and nicest of the German watering- 
places that I have seen, but I do not care for German 
bath-life, I confess ! Up at six ; off at seven to the 
Elizabeth Brunnen, drink three glasses, walk twenty 
minutes between each and an hour after the last, in 
a crowd of every nationality, German predominating. 
Home tired as a dog to breakfast without butter ! Then a 
quiet morning, which I enjoy, having gone in for a solemn 
study of Fawcett's Political Economy ; a light luncheon, 
consisting of what the Germans call verlorene Eier — 
poached eggs ; at three down to the springs again, 
to drink two more glasses ; then to the Kursaal to listen 
to the music, till it is time to go home and dress for table 

282 LONDON AND HOMBURG [chap, xxi 

d'hote at 5 p.m. ; back to the Kursaal at seven for coffee 
and music, and home to bed at ten ; Hghts out at eleven. 
Such is our daily programme, with occasional variations. 
To-day we went over the Schloss, where King George iii.'s 
daughter, Princess Elizabeth, Landgravine of Hesse- 
Homburg, resided, and which would have been our 
Princess Alice's country house if the war of 1866 had 
not cost Hesse-Darmstadt this principality. The Schloss 
stands well, and has a fine view of the Taunus range, 
which explains what I never understood before, why 
Homburg is called vor-der-Hohe. The gardens are very 
pretty, and the house itself well furnished and quite 
habitable. I do not wonder Princess Alice grudges the 
loss of it, and the Crown Princess refuses to live in what 
should have been her sister's home. This evening a 
grand military band from Mainz played beautifully in the 
Kursaal, and the gardens were lighted up. The place is 
chock-full of English and Americans, and there are a 
certain number of people we know — Her Grace of 
Montrose, the Duke of Montrose, Lord Chelmsford, etc. 
Altogether, it is a queer, odd sort of life — a thing one 
is glad to have seen once. 

" August 7. — I started with Batten directly after 
breakfast , and in spite of feeling rather nervous , achieved 
a successful journey to Darmstadt — a dull town with 
fine wide streets, and the grass growing in them. 
Princess Alice's new palace looks like a bad copy of 
Buckingham Palace. We drove out through woods 
for about three miles to Kranichstein, a ramshackle old 
Jagdschloss of the Grand Duke's, which had been empty 
for a hundred years before Prince and Princess Louis 
took it, and is now only half furnished. Here I spent 
a few hours very pleasantly with Princess Christian, 
which I really enjoyed. Our party at the very simple 
two-o'clock dinner consisted only of Prince and Princess 
Louis, Princess Christian, a Countess Ixelheim, and the 
six children — five charming little girls and a delicate- 
looking bo}^ with their English governess. The youngest 
but one of the Princesses, Alice, a fascinating child, 
came running up in high glee to show us her birth- 


day present, a locket ' from Grandmamma Queen ! ' 1 
Princess Alice made herself very agreeable, and is, as I 
have always heard, a most accomplished and superior 
person — more attractive, perhaps, than any other 
member of our Royal Family. 

" August 8. — We dined at the ' Victoria ' — a parting 
dinner to Lord Chelmsford, who made himself most agree- 
able. He told us how Lord Lyndhurst made his last 
speech in the House of Lords on the eve of his ninetieth 
birthday, and said that both the late Lord Derby and 
Sir Robert Peel were exceedingly nervous when they 
spoke. But the best thing was his own joke to Lord 
Derby on his retiring in favour of Mr. Disraeli. ' Do 
you know the difference between your Administration 
and his ? Yours was the Derby, this is the Hoaks 1 ' — 
Mr. Disraeli's only change having been to substitute 
Lord Cairns for Lord Chelmsford as Chancellor. Lady 
Emily Dyke also told me an amusing story of the White- 
bait Dinner at Greenwich, 'where it seems it is the custom 
to give a wooden spoon to the Minister who has attended 
fewest divisions. This year it fell to Dizzy himself ! 

" August 20. — Our last day at dear little Homburg. 
I have really become quite fond of the place. Yesterday 
I had a long talk with our friendly little host, Herr 
Deininger, and gleaned a variety of information. 
Labourers' wages are about one and eightpence 
a day ; at harvest - time they sometimes get as 
much as three shillings for fifteen hours a day. The 
best land lets for about a pound for half an acre. 
Most of the large properties are strictly entailed 
in perpetuity, but it is the custom of the peasant- 
proprietors who own the rest to divide it among all 
their children, till the waste of land in division becomes 

* (i) Victoria, born 1863; married 1884, Prince Louis of Battenberg ; 
(2) Elizabeth, born 1864 ; married 1884, Grand Duke Sergius of Russia, 
uncle of the present Czar, who was murdered at Moscow, 1905 ; (3) Irene, 
born 1866; married 1888, Prince Henry of Prussia, brother of the Kaiser ; 
(4) Alix, born 1872; married 1894, Nicholas 11., Emperor of All the 
Russias ; (5) Marie Victoria, bom 1874, died 1878; (6) Ernst Louis, 
bom 1868 ; succeeded his father as Grand Duke of Hesse-Darmstadt, 1892 ; 
married Victoria, second daughter of Duke of Saxe-Coburg, 1894. 

284 LONDON AND HOMBURG [chap, xxi 

enormous. All the meat comes from a great distance, 
Munich, Stuttgart, Coburg, and is consequently very 
dear. The best beasts come from Hungary, and coals 
from Diirren, At dinner to-night I sat next to a very 
pleasant individual, who turned out to be Prince 
d'Aremberg. We began talking French, but after a 
time got into German, which did much better. He 
spoke in no measured terms of his dissatisfaction with the 
present state of affairs in Germany, saying that Bismarck 
had snubbed and set aside all the old families, of whom 
but very few would go to Berlin, and that he was sur- 
rounded by Jews, who managed everything. He himself 
is a Catholic, but Catholics and Protestants alike are 
in despair at seeing all religion banished from the schools. 
In short, I was quite surprised at the open way in which 
he spoke, frankly anticipating the break-up of the 
German Empire, and saying that had they known how 
things would turn out, he and many others would never 
have fought as they did in the late war. I only wish I 
had made him out before." 

From Homburg, the travellers went on to Wildbad, 
where the beautiful wooded valley and charming walks 
and drives laid out by the sovereigns of Wiirtemberg, 
and the primitive habits of the peasants, delighted Lady 
Knightley, and she took advantage of the opportunity 
to inspect the schools and study the German system of 
elementary education. 

" September 5. — One morning I went with Sir John 
and Lady Kennaway and the German pastor, Herr 
Bartholomei, who by the way has translated Dean 
Goulburn's Personal Religion, to see the schools. There 
are 500 children under six masters and two mistresses 
who teach the infants, working thirty-six hours a week. 
The head master gets about ;^6o a year. The religious 
instruction is given by the pastor, leave to withdraw 
children being granted if desired, which is very seldom. 
The school is a building of three storeys, divided into a 
number of classrooms. The system of teaching is very 
minutely prescribed by the Stuttgart Educational Board, 
even to the number of chorales to be learnt, amounting 


to eighty in the course of the 3^ear. The girls sing very 
nicely, and the arithmetic is of an advanced order, chil- 
dren of seven doing addition up to 100. The attendance 
is compulsory, a fine of one mark being inflicted for non- 
attendance, and the fees vary according to the parents' 
means, some being as low as two marks per year. All 
classes sit side by side, the sons of the doctor and pastor 
with those of the poorest wood-cutter, but those who 
choose can go on to a so-called Real-schule, or Secondary 
School, held in the same building. The pastor is himself 
the inspector. There seems to be very little poverty in 
Wildbad, the revenues of the town amounting to ;(^ 10,000 
a year, and every male receiving £$ a year and enough 
wood to keep a stove burning. The land is divided into 
small plots, carefully irrigated, and as is generally the 
case with peasant-proprietors, they seem a thrifty, 
hard-working set." 

After visiting Baden, which in spite of its charming 
situation struck the writer as " a deserted place since 
play and the French have alike forsaken it," Sir Rainald 
and Lady Knightley returned home by Strasburg and 
Paris. They crossed the frontier at Avricourt, and 
looked with keen interest at the scenes of the Franco- 
German War, that were still fresh in everyone's mind, 
"Toul, vSaverne, Luneville, and Chalons-sur-Marne, where 
one thought of Attila and his Huns/' and realised for 
the first time " what an immense tract of country the 
Germans have taken from France." At Paris, Lady 
Knightley paid a visit to some relatives living at St. 
Cyr, near Versailles, and saw the Ecole Militaire, which 
occupies the same building as Madame de Maintenon's 
Pension des Demoiselles. 

" Paris, Hotel Bristol, September 9. — I do love a day 
in Paris ! To-day I spent much of my time in the streets 
with my maid Batten. Paris looks much gayer than it did 
four years ago, though of course this is the dead season. 
Theyhave built up theColonneVend6me,and have cleared 
away some of the ruins and opened a new street, which 
they are pleased to call ' du 4 Septembre.' I was also 
struck by seeing scrawled on a wall at Versailles, ' Le 

286 LOxNDON AND HOMBURG [chap, xxi 

suffrage universel c'est la ruine.' At least there is one 
sensible mortal in France. But oh ! what a queer 
people the French are ! We went to see the ' Panorama 
de la Guerre,* an exceedingh^ clever representation of the 
siege of Paris, taken from the Fort d'Issy, and giving 
an excellent idea of it all. But how strange that they | 
should care to make such a thing, and still stranger 
that the}' should like to go and see it, as they do, in 
crowds ! This time I had the great pleasure of seeing 
the pictures of the Louvre, which w^ere not put back 
when we were here in 1871, and looking at Raphael's 
' Belle Jardiniere,' and many others which I remember 
twenty years ago. Altogether, I have enjoyed these 
two days immensely." 

The return home was saddened by the death of Mr. 
Henry Gage, who had been seriously ill some time, 
but whose actual death Lady Knightley first learnt 
in Paris from a newspaper paragraph. Besides feeling 
deep grief and sympath}'' for her widowed sister-in-law, 
Lad}^ Knightley had an affectionate regard for Mr. 
Gage, who had been her first friend in the family, and to 
whom, humanly speaking, she ow^ed the chief happiness 
of her life. 


The Girls' Friendly Society 

1 876-1 880 

The year 1876 was noteworthy in Lady Knightley's 
life as that in which she first became a member of the 
Girls' Friendly Society, in which she afterwards took 
so great and prominent a part. From her girlhood, 
as we have seen in these pages, she had been eager to 
devote herself to the service of others, and after her 
marriage she took a leading part in all movements 
connected with the training and improvement of women. 
Her intercourse with her own servants and with her 
poorer neighbours in Badby and the other parishes 
round Fawsley convinced her of the need of some 
organisation for girls in domestic service, and when Mrs. 
Townsend founded the Girls' Friendly Society in her 
Warwickshire house of Honington, Lady Knightley 
welcomed the scheme warmly and set about forming 
a branch of the Society in Northamptonshire. The 
following entries refer to her earliest attempts in this 
direction. Like everything of the kind with which she 
was connected, they met with complete success, largely 
owing to the charm of Lady Knightley's own personality, 
and to the earnest religious convictions which lay at 
the root of all her endeavours. 

" February 26. — I am much delighted with a scheme 
for a Girls' Friendly Society which Lady Dryden has 
sent me. It seems to have been started in a Warwick- 
shire village by a friend of hers, Mrs. Townsend, and is 
approved by the Archbishop. I do really think it is 

the thing which I have so long wanted. 


288 GIRLS' FRIENDLY SOCIETY [chap, xxii 

" March 9. — I rode to Hellidon to see our Rural 
Dean, Mr. Holthouse, about the Girls' Friendly Society, 
which he quite agrees may be very useful in our 

" March 25. — I went to see Lady Massey and Miss 
Collyns at Daventry, to talk about G.F.S., and was 
charmed with their kind reception of the idea. 

" April 5. — To-day fourteen ladies came to talk over 
the G.F.S. We had a very satisfactory meeting, and I 
trust the ' Daventry Rural Deanery Branch ' is fairly 
organised, and pray most earnestly that by God's blessing 
it may prove a living, working power for good among 
our girls. 

" Easter Eve, April 15. — A beautiful day and a very 
long and busy one, first decorating the church, then 
going down to Badby and round to the mistresses and 
mothers of the girls whom I hope to enlist for G.F.S. 
My mind is quite full of it, but I was glad to go to the 
quiet five o'clock service and prepare for to-morrow's 

" Easter Day. — This afternoon I had the pleasure 
of enlisting four of my own maids as members of the 
G.F.S. I must not expect too much ; if it does but 
ever so little good, I shall be thankful. 

" April 17. — Another long, busy, and very happy 
day, ending with a tea at Badby, where I enlisted 
seventeen girls as members of the G.F.S. There are 
sure to be many disappointments, but I do trust it may 
be a means of helping them to keep steady, and can't 
help being pleased at having succeeded so far." 

From this time the Girls' Friendly Society occupied 
an important place in Lady Knightlej^'s time and 
thoughts, and frequent mentions of it appear in her 
Journal, both in London and at Fawsley. She took 
an active part in its development and contributed 
largely to its immediate success in her neighbourhood. 

" January 24, 1877. — I drove over to luncheon 
at Edgcote, and was present at the first meeting of the 
Brackle}^ Deanery G.F.S. It is delightful to see it 
spread ; if only it will work well 1 

1878] A G.F.S. FESTIVAL 289 

I ( 

4 Grosvenor Crescent, May 10. — Miss Augusta 
Barrington (afterwards Mrs. Maclagan) came to talk 

"June I. — Harriet Cartwright and I went to a 
meeting of G.F.S. Branch Secretaries, at which Mrs. 
Townsend (Lady Dryden's friend and the foundress 
of the Society) presided. I am very glad to have seen 
her ; the spiritual depth of her writings and her powers of 
organisation make her certainly a remarkable woman. 
Afterwards we went on together to Mr. Wilkinson's 
Bible Class. It is wonderful how he takes for granted 
that no one who really is striving to lead the higher 
life will wish to go out, while fully acknowledging that 
it may very often be people's duty to go. Then it is all 
right, he says, and one may serve God in societ}^ just as 
well as anywhere else. I wonder how far it is my duty 
to go. out. To a certain extent it undoubtedly is, but 
then, I like it. Does it ' weaken my spiritual life ' ? 

" Fawsley, October 17. — I had my first G.F.S. meeting 
of the Associates belonging to our Branch. We had a 
grand discussion about paying premiums. I wish we 
could get out of that fog. 

" Fawsley, June 11, 1878. — A very happy day for 
me, and I hope for about sixty members of the G.F.S., 
who by kind Rainald's permission held their picnic 
festival here. We met at the church at 2 p.m. Mr. 
Collyns read the service — the special one appointed 
for the occasion, with the lesson about Naaman's little 
maid, and Mr. Holthouse gave a short address on 
Purity. Then we walked round the Dingle and gardens 
and had tea in the coach-house, and afterwards there 
was tea in the dear old hall for the eighteen ladies and 
gentlemen. It doesn't sound much, and the weather 
was most unfavourable, but still I think it seemed to 
give a certain reality to our Association, and Rainald 
and I both felt real pleasure in sharing the delights 
of this beautiful place with those who have so few 

It was indeed greatly to Lady Knightley's credit 
that she succeeded in interesting her reserved and 

290 GIRLS' FRIENDLY SOCIETY [chap, xxii 

fastidious husband in this branch of her work and ob- 
tained his consent to opening Fawsley to her G.F.S. 
Associates and Members. Although Sir Rainald 
always affected to laugh at his wife's labours in this 
direction, and was fond of calling the G.F.S. the " Great 
Fuss Society," he was undoubtedly proud of her success 
as a speaker and organiser, and seldom hindered her 
from carr3nng out her plans. 

"4 Grosvenor Crescent, June 27. — I went with 
Harriet Cartwright to the Third Annual Meeting of 
Branch Secretaries of G.F.S., this year so numerous 
that we were obliged to assemble at Willis's Rooms. 
It was a curious experience, having a purely feminine 
meeting. I was struck with Miss Hubbard's remark, 
that they all looked very much in earnest, while I am 
afraid I was only thinking what dowdies they looked ! 
One disadvantage we labour under is the difficulty of 
making ourselves heard in a large room, with the noise 
of the traffic outside. A very clear and comprehensive 
scheme of organisation was proposed, and a very good 
speech made by a young woman — not a lady — on the 
need of help for the ' business girls ' of London. 

" Faivsley y December 10. — Thermometer at 18 degrees, 
trees covered with snow ; a picture of a winter's day, 
but not a nice one to turn out in. However, I went 
warm and snug in the brougham (thanks to kind Rainald) 
to Northampton, where we had a most successful 
meeting of about thirty ladies, and did a great deal 
of business in about two hours, fairly launching our 
Diocesan organisation. I am to be President, at all 
events for the first year. The one contretemps was that 
Miss Oxenham missed her train, so that we had no 
representative of the Central Council, and I had to take 
the chair and do all the work, and could not answer half 
the questions. 

"4 Grosvenor Crescent, April 22, 1879. — All the 
last week my whole mind has been occupied with the 
public meeting for the G.F.S., which is to take place 
at Northampton. I do so earnestly wish it to be a 
success ! Great was my despair yesterday at receiving 

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[To /ace p. 290. 

1 879] A PUBLIC MEETING 291 

a letter from Mrs. Townsend to say she feared she 
would not be able to come. I felt very low in mind, but 
dear kind Rainald came to the rescue and went down 
with me to Northampton, which was a most untold 
comfort . We had a council meeting first, which was very 
satisfactory, and got through a good deal of business, 
then after luncheon at the ' Angel ' came the important 
part — the big meeting in the Town Hall. The Bishop, 
who presided, — not merely as chairman, but as the 
warm advocate of the Society, — spoke long and elo- 
quently, dwelling on the womanhood of England as its 
most precious possession, and saying that a pure and 
virtuous maidenhood, and pious, well-ordered families, 
are the very strength and life of any nation. Then 
came the awful moment. Rainald said that my voice 
shook ver}'- much at first, but when I got reading I did 
not so much inind. 1 had put some notes together, and 
read extracts from the report, and went on for about 
twent}" minutes. The hall was about half full, chiefly 
of parsons and parsonesses ; but they seemed in- 
terested, and I do hope it will give the Society a push, 
and I shall be rewarded for the mental terrors that I 
suffered, I am quite sure that I did not like doing it at 
all, but it was inevitable. The Bishop and others were 
very civil, and as long as Rainald approves, it does not 
matter what anybody else says ! " 

As a matter of fact, Lady Knightley's speech on this 
occasion produced an immense impression, and is still 
remembered by many who were present and heard her 
speak. It was no doubt largely due to her exertions and 
mfluence that during the next year as man}^ as fourteen 
branches were started in the diocese of Peterborough. 
Still more important for the general work of the G.F.S. 
was the energetic part which she took in framing the 
constitution in 1880, after the rupture threatened b}^ 
Mrs. Papillon's attempt to alter the central rules, which 
in Lady Knightley's eyes was equivalent to starting an 
entirely new Society. 

" All through these troubled years of our work," 
writes Mrs. Townsend, " Lady Knightley stood bravely 

292 GIRLS' FRIENDLY SOCIETY [chap, xxii 

by us, and she had the help and countenance of one of 
the most eminent men of the day, Dr. Magee, Bishop of 
Peterborough. We met, as is shown by her Journal, in 
1877, but my first distinct recollection of her was at the 
meeting of the Central Council held in May 1880, for 
drawing up the constitution and discussing proposed 
amendments. On this occasion Lady Knightley moved 
the first resolution. The importance of this meeting 
is quite unrealised now, but it laid the foundation of 
that which, humanl}^ speaking, is the real strength of 
the Society's organisation, namely, its representative 
character. Without this, neither its number nor its 
expansion in the Empire and be3^ond would have 
secured any permanent hold on the national life. In 
these old days, it was no light matter to bring together 
an assembly of delegates from some tw^enty or thirty 
dioceses, but from north and south and east and west 
they came, and for six days they sat, to form a con- 
stitution for the Society more representative and less 
centralised than that which was at first put out. It was 
no eas}^ task to preside over such an assembly, and one 
of the things the chairwoman most clearly remembers 
is the kind voice and winning words of encouragement 
given her at the end of the meeting by the Diocesan 
President of Peterborough." ^ 

Lady Knightley on her part, in recording the pro- 
longed meetings and lively discussions at which she 
assisted during that memorable week, speaks in the 
warmest terms of the President's (Mrs. Townsend) un- 
varying good temper and patience. 

The opposition to the central rules of the Society 
was now overcome, and this chapter of its history was 
closed by the secession of the chief objectors. Lady 
Knightley gives the following account of the next 
General Meeting, which took place at Lambeth Palace : 

" June 24. — The dear mother came up, and she and I, 
with Gertrude Henley and Mabel Montgomery, attended 
the General Meeting of the G.F.S. held in the library at 
Lambeth. The Archbishop himself presided and made 

' Associates' Journal, G.F.S. , January 1914. 


a most able and thoughtful speech about our dear 
Society, speaking of it as an immense national influence 
for good in bringing classes together whom there is too 
great a tendency to set against each other. It was very 
interesting to hear of the sister Societies in Scotland, 
Ireland, and Australia, and of one to be started at the 
Cape, and Mrs. Townsend told us how the germ of it all 
was a little meeting of five — herself, Mrs. Tait, Mrs. 
Nassau Senior, Mrs. Harold Browne, and Mr. Fosbery — 
in the drawing-room of Lambeth Palace. Afterwards 
we went into more technical matters, and I made a 
little speech — quite short — about the girls being allowed 
to keep their cards when they marry respectably. It 
is wonderful how much improved women are in their 
way of carrying on business, and this meeting was the 
best we have ever had." 

As Mrs. Townsend writes : " Lady Knightley had a 
great devotion for the G.F.S. : ' Our beloved Society,' 
she would call it, in these addresses of hers, which 
were so full of charm. A born speaker, simple and 
dignified, 3^et always with that childlike look in the 
blue eyes — she made people care because she cared 
herself, and they cared the more because she was a 
woman of affairs, and had so man}- other interests, 
town life and country life, politics and literature, as 
well as the great causes of womanhood, such as the 
Working Ladies' Guild and Protected Emigration, 
to which she devoted so much time in later years. 
The power of quite selfless encouragement of other 
workers was one of Lady Knightley 's greatest gifts. 
She could rejoice in their work and yet be able to see 
quite clearly where thej'^ failed — always lo5^al and 
trusting, and yet alwa5's outspoken and straightfor- 
ward. Yes, loyalty was indeed the keystone of her life — 
loyalty to Queen and country and Royal friends, loyalty 
in her home, in her outside work, and to that great 
thing, duty, which glows and shines before the eyes of 
men. Her motto might well have been, 'Loyal je serai 
durant ma vie.' " 

The Working Ladies' Guild, which Mrs. Townsend 

294 GIRLS' FRIENDLY SOCIETY [chap, xxii 

here mentions, was another institution with which 
Lady Knightley became connected in 1876 through 
Lady Mary Feilding, and in the management of 
which she took a very prominent part. About the 
same time she formed the Societ}^ for the Employment 
of Women and the Ladies' Sanitary Association, for 
which she wrote a pamphlet on Dress during one of her 
Homburg visits. In 1875 she became a regular visitor 
at St. George's hospital, and before long was elected 
a member of the Committee of Management. 

In this, as in all her other philanthropic works, 
Lady Knightley showed those remarkable powers of 
organisation and that singular tact and sympathy 
which made her so admirable a chairman and president. 
Much of her success in this capacit}^ was due no doubt 
to the personal charm, the winning voice and manner, 
the utter absence of self-consciousness, to which Mrs. 
Townsend alludes. But the true reason lay deeper 
still. It was to be found in the steadfast resolve to 
work for the welfare of others in the solemn consecra- 
tion of her life, wdiich lay at the root of all her manifold 
activities. As she wrote on her thirty-fourth birthday, 
a day spent happily in her old home at Richmond 
Park with " the dearest and best of husbands and 
mothers": " ' To whom much is given, of him shall much 
be required.' How thankful I ought to be, and how 
much I ought to strive to love God and make the lives 
of others better and happier too ! " 

During these years of her life she was a regular 
attendant at St. Peter's, Eaton Square, where Mr. 
Wilkinson's ^ sermons and addresses produced a pro- 
found impression on her mind and made a vivid appeal 
to the higher side of her nature. 

" To-day being Ascension Day," she writes in the 
middle of the prolonged sittings of the G.F.S. Central 
Council, " I went to St. Peter's and heard a fine sermon 
from Mr. Wilkinson on ' I saw and beheld a white horse, 
and He that sat on him had a bow, and a crown was given 
unto Him, and He went forth conquering and to 
1 Rev. G. H. Wilkinson, afterwards Bishop of Truro and St. Andrews. 


i88o] DR. LIDDON 295 

:onquer.' It was a grand stirring address, saying that 
both as a Church and as individuals we want far more 
confidence in such promises as these. ' If ye had faith 
as a grain of mustard seed,' etc. And Mr. Wilkinson 
makes one feel as if he almost saw into that unseen world 
which lies so near us and is yet so far from our thoughts." 

On Trinity Sunday she heard another famous 
preacher who also impressed her deeply. 

" May 22, 1880. — Kind Rainald took me to the 
Guards' Chapel to see the window and inscription which 
dear mother and I have put up to my father's memory. 
It is a proud roll of services. We stayed for afternoon 
service, where, before the Prince and Princess of Wales 
and their two sons, and an immense congregation, 
including Mr. Gladstone, Canon Liddon preached an 
admirable sermon for the Guards' Institute. His text 
was, ' I know whom I have believed, and am per- 
suaded that He is able to keep that which I have com- 
mitted unto Him against that day.' Three answers, 
said the preacher, there are to the question, ' What 
shall I do with my life ? ' Either i , ' Nothing — let it 
drift ; or 2, Get all the pleasure you can out of it ; 
or 3, Give it without reserve to Him from whom you 
have received it.' It was a grand and impressive 
service from its stately simplicit}^ — the Guards' band 
leading the singing, and the whole congregation joining 
in singing ' Holy, holy, holy. Lord God Almighty ! ' " 


The Royal Titles Bill and the Eastern 



" Claridge's Hotel, February 8, 1876. — I came up to 
town with much pleasure, being very glad of a little 
change. The Queen opened Parliament herself for 
the first time for several years, but I am sorry to 
say was not well received. In the afternoon I went 
to the House of Commons to hear Matt Ridley 
move the Address, which he did in a nicely prepared, 
well-delivered speech, without a spark of genius in it. 
Mr. Mulholland seconded him, and then came Lord 
Hartington, hammer, hammer on, for an hour — very 
good sense, but very dull to listen to. Dizzy was a 
great relief after that, although Rainald did not think he 
spoke as well as usual. However, he stuck his paws in 
his coat-tail pockets and talked freely to the House, 
and told us all about the Suez Canal, which was very 
amusing. Mr. Horsman came to ask Rainald if he 
would help to identify him as ' the superior person ' 
attacked in last week's World ; but he declined to be 
mixed up with the affair. 

" Febritayy 10. — I went down to Windsor, and 
spent a very pleasant day with Princess Christian at 
Cumberland Lodge. It is such a pretty place, and I 
enjoyed the drive through the grand old park in the 
winter sunshine. 

" Fnwsley, February 24. — The East Suffolk election 
ended in a majority of 951 for St. John Barne, which is, 

I think, very satisfactory, although it might have been 



arger. But I am most sincerely rejoiced to see him in 
vhat I think one of the proudest positions an English- 
nan can occupy, and one much to be coveted by every- 
)ne who loves his country and wishes to do good in his 
generation. In the evening I went in the brougham 
;o Mrs. Rhodes' at Floore Fields — ' dissipated Dot ' 
)eing bent on a dance. It was very prettily done, only 
ibout 130 people there, and I danced a good deal, and 
lad an interesting talk with a brother of Mr. Rhodes 
vho has lately returned from Natal. He told me a 
jood deal about South Africa, especially that the 
Prussians are great friends with the Transvaal Re- 
Dublic, and lately sent them a present of a large 
quantity of war ammunition. Mr. Rhodes fancies they 
vvish to make settlements in South Africa, having lately 
:mplo3'ed two explorers to visit parts of the country, 
Petermann and Harmuck. He also thinks there is a 
^reat deal of gold to be found in the Transvaal, but 
says we were in the wrong about Griqualand, Delagoa 
Bay, and the Diamond Fields. 

" February 28. — The hounds met at Adstone, and 
Lord Charles Fitzroy presented me to the ex-King of 
Naples — a dark man, with a long, narrow face, and to 
my mind not a pleasant expression ; but then I am pre- 
judiced. I do not care for the Bourbons, and ancient 
as their family may be, in all these centuries they have 
hardly produced an able or a good man. However, 
the said King was exceedingly polite, and being unused 
to hunting and very averse to jumping, placed himself 
under my wing. I was lucky, and able to show him a 
good deal of sport. We had a good gallop up to Warden 
Hill, and then round by Preston Church and Ashby, and 
back here, where the fox was killed and the brush duly 
presented to the King. 
I " March 6. — We hunted from Little Preston — an 
odious day, blowing a gale, frequent hailstorms, and no 
sport. The King and Queen of Naples were both out, 
and he presented me to her. She has fine dark eyes 
and a clear pale complexion, with brown hair ; but her 
teeth spoil her. She is extraordinarily thin, and sits 

298 ROYAL TITLES BILL [chap, xxiri 

too high to look well on horseback. She spoke English 
very well, as far as I could judge from the few words 
which I exchanged with her. He galloped about with 
me all day again, but did not say much, and what he 
did say was difficult to hear, between the wind and his 
bad French. 

" March lo. — Harry and I hunted from Floore. No 
particular sport, but a great crowed to see the Empress 
of Austria, who arrived at Easton Neston on Monday, 
and has hunted every day since, riding quite magni- 
ficently. That most factious party leader, Lord 
Hartington, was out to-day, and talked a great deal of 
the Queen's new title, Empress of India, about which 
Dizzy has made so much unnecessary fuss. Conse- 
quently the House of Commons feels affronted, and 
there are perpetual quarrels and wTangling, and I am 
sorry, for the Queen must be much annoyed. It is 
curious how strong the feeling of the country against 
the title of Empress seems to be.^ 

" March 17. — Yesterday Rainald had a very strong 
whip and a letter from Big Ben, begging him to come up 
and support the Government on the Royal Titles Bill ; 
but he declined. Now we hear the division gave the 
Government a majority of 105 — much more than we 
anticipated ; but it has been thoroughly mismanaged, 
and both parties blame each other. The Opposition 
say they were not consulted, the Government say they 
were and that they broke faith. It all does so much 
harm. We hunted from Astwell Mill, and the King of 
Naples presented me to the Empress of Austria. She is 
wonderfully well preserved for forty, and is decidedly 
pretty, with charming manners — altogether far more 
attractive than the Queen of Naples. But what a 
leveller the hunting-field is ! Empress, King, Queen, 
and courtiers go bumping along in the crowd and no 
one pays them any attention. 

" March 24. — Another division last night on the 
Royal Titles Bill. Dizzy made a speech, which really 

^ The importance of this step has been amply proved by subsequent 


deserved Mr. Lowe's unparliamentary epithets of 
' drivelling and frivolous,' quoting children's geography- 
books and Whitaker's Almanack as authorities for the 
, Queen being Empress, and finally winding up with the 
if astounding assertion that it is all intended as a threat 
to the Russians in Central Asia ! I really think he has 
taken leave of his senses ! 

" Northampton Races, March 28. — A crow^ded meet- 
ing, and a good many London as well as county people, 
which made it more amusing than usual. Prince 
Christian was there, and he as well as everybody else 
was talking about the Royal Titles Bill, which is to be 
the subject of another great party fight in the Lords 
on Monday. Mr. Gladstone is supposed to be at the 
bottom of the insolent factious opposition, having over- 
ruled Lord Hartington, who at first was disinclined to 
move. There is a most extraordinary article in to- 
day's Times, strongl}^ objecting to the Queen's leav- 
ing England during the session, which she did this 
morning, all her four sons being out of the country ! 
And a letter in the Times actually comments on 
' the significant absence from the division of such men 
as Mr. Henley, Sir Rainald Knightley, and Mr. New- 
degate.' Flattering as it is to Rainald, I could have 
dispensed with these remarks, and myself rather regret 
his abstention. 

''April I. — Yesterday the King of Naples and 
Prince Ruffano came to luncheon, and were very civil 
and pleasant. The latter is a tall, fine-looking man, of 
a very old Neapolitan family , and declares he remembers 
seeing me at Cannes ! To-day the hounds met at 
Badby, and I thoroughly enjoyed my last day's hunting. 
We had a capital run, and I really saw it all, and stuck 
to the hounds closer than I ever did before. Rainald 
led the field, and we both felt so keen. I am sorry it 
is all over. I have hunted twent3^-nine times this 
season — fifteen with the Duke, nine with the Pytchley, 
two with the Bicester and the Warwickshire, and once 
with the Rufford, and never enjoyed a winter anything 
like so much ! 

300 ROYAL TITLES BILL [chap, xxiii 

" April 6. — The King, Queen, and Prince Ruffano 
came to luncheon, and went over with us to Daventry 
steeplechases. We put four post-horses into the 
sociable, and went off with a splash, which, however, 
was rather marred b}'' a trace breaking half-way up the 
hill. Daventry was on the qui vive, and received the 
ex- Royalties extremel}^ well, which pleased them, and 
we were glad to do Daventry a good turn. But we 
heard afterwards that some of the people tried to hiss 
the King and Queen and raise shouts for Garibaldi — 
happily neither they nor we heard them. ' Bomba is 
coming ' was chalked up on several walls. 

" Richmond Park, April 25. — Rainald came to join 
me here last week, and we found the dear mother looking 
very well and the little place in apple-pie order. Yester- 
day we went to Hampton Court, and wandered like 
children into the Maze, and roamed about the Palace 
together. It is very pleasant to look at the familiar 
scenes with another pair of eyes, and we examined 
with care which was the Tudor part of the building and 
which was William iii.'s. Finally Mrs. Maude took us 
to tea at the Stud House, w^here we met Prince Teck, 
and had a nice walk home through the Home Park. 
To-day we walked over to luncheon at White Lodge 
with Princess Mary, Prince Teck, and their four nice 
children. They have made the house very pretty, and 
were particularly pleasant and friendly. Like everyone 
else, they regret extremely the mess that has been made 
of the Royal Title, and fear we have not yet seen the 
end of it. 

" 4 Grosvenor Crescent, April 28. — We came to town, 
and Rainald went to the Duke of Edinburgh's levee, 
which I am glad of, as I am anxious he should show 
that his abstention from voting was against Dizzy — not 
the Queen. Many comments have been made on his 
action — more, he says, than he ever knew for merely 
staying away ! Last night the Women's Suffrage Bill 
was thrown out by 87 — double last year's majority. 
Bright turned round, and spoke and voted against us. 
I am sorry. London is singularly dull at present. 



" May 8. — I dined with Nora and Sir Charles 
Trevelyan, and had a grand talk about Boarding Out, 
Charity Voting, etc. Afterwards, Nora and I went to 
hear Tannhdnser at Covent Garden, and were delighted 
with it. The story is beautiful, the music wonderfully 
fine, and the general effect splendidly dramatic. Albani 
acts and looks the character of the pure-minded Eliza- 
beth to perfection. The house was a brilliant one. I 
saw well-known faces everywhere. The Duchess of West- 
minster was in a box, with her lovely little daughter, 
Lady Ormonde — a feast for the eyes. 

''May II. — Yesterday was taken up with the 
Drawing-room, at which I presented Nora Trevelyan 
and Nina St. Paul. It was bitterly cold, but not very 
full, as the public means to go on Friday and see our 
' Wales.' I had a more gracious reception than I 
expected, considering Rainald's non-vote. To-da}' I 
spent the whole afternoon at Lady Stanhope's in Gros- 
venor Place, awaiting the Prince's arrival, on his return 
from India. The road was lined with troops, and most 
of the houses were decorated. He was very well re- 
ceived, and it did one's heart good to see the Princess's 
face — she is so glad to have him back. We dined 
with Nora, and I sat between Lord Eliot and Mr. 
Trevanion. Everyone talking of the extraordinary 
death by poisoning of a Mr. Bravo, the second husband 
of the Florence Campbell whom I used to know a 
thousand years ago at Coombe, 

" May 31. — I, Louisa Mary Knightley, did go to the 
Derby, and this was the manner of it ! I came down 
to Richmond Park with Charley as usual, and then 
drove over to Epsom through shady green lanes, finding 
no great crowd until we reached the race-course. We 
went into the Jockey Club Stand, and found the usual 
lot of racing ladies, together with a few others — Lady 
Spencer, Lady Dudley, etc. Certainly it is a wonderful 
sight — the immense sea of heads, reaching almost as 
far as the eye can see, and be3^ond quiet green fields 
and woods, and then the pandemonium of shouting. 
Petrarch, Lord Dupplin's horse, the winner of the Two 

302 ROYAL TITLES BILL [chap, xxiii 

Thousand, was beaten, and Mr. Baltazzi's colt Kisber 
won at a canter. The race was a hollow one and the 
victory not popular, so there was no shouting, and what 
struck me most was the sea of suddenly uncovered 
heads below the Stand. After the race, Rainald and 
Charley came to help us out of the squash, and we 
came away with perfect ease. And so ends my first and 
last Derby day, but I have washed all my life to see the 
great national holiday. 

" June I. — William Honywood brought the Count 
d 'Albany to luncheon. He is the grandson of Charles 
Edward's sister by her second husband, a Mr. Hay 
Allen, and fought as a boy at Leipzig with Napoleon, 
who himself gave him the Legion of Honour, which he 
wears, together with many lockets, rings, enamel 
buttons, and two long grey ringlets, a braided frock- 
coat, and quaintest of all — spurs ! With all these 
absurdities, he has a fine head and dignified manners, 
and is a great naturalist, knowing all the notes of the 
different birds, and ekes out a modest income by making 
translations at the British Museum. His wife was a 
Miss Beresford, and his son. Colonel Stuart of ' Deer- 
hound '1 celebrity, married Lady Alice Hay. 

" 4 Grosvenor Crescent, June 21. — This afternoon I 
went with Mamma and Sophy to St. James's Hall to hear 
P6re Hyacinthe. The Duke of Argyll introduced him 
to the densely crowded meeting in a few well-chosen 
sentences, and then he commenced an oration on the 
two requisites for reform in the Latin Church, z.^.* rupture 
avec la Papaut^ et maintien de I'ordre dans I'figlise.' 
He is singularly eloquent ; his language was forcible and 
elegant, especially in one passage in which he lamented 
the destruction of Lacordaire and Montalembert's great 
scheme of reform, and another in which he anticipated 
the da}^ when Latin, Greek, and Anglican Churches shall 
all unite on the basis of the Apostles' Creed. Would 
God it might be so ! Mr. Gladstone appeared on the 
platform, and was received with warm applause ; but 

^ The yacht Deerhound was at hand when the Alabama was sunk oflE 
Cherbourg, on June 19, 1864. 


the Protestant element was strongly represented, and 
the curious medlej^ of people assembled was a sight to 

" June 24. — We went to see the Prince's Indian 
presents, the carpets and hangings struck me especially, 
also the gold filigree and a palanquin of inlaid ivory ; 
but there was a great crowd, and we were glad to take 
shelter in the cool, quiet National Portrait Gallery — the 
best history lesson I know. We dined with dear old 
Lyveden, and went on to Dizzy's party at the Foreign 
Office, to meet the Prince and Princess of Wales. It 
was a great crowd, but a brilliant scene, and as Rainald 
came with me I enjoyed myself much, hearing him talking 
to different Ministers. He introduced me to Sir William 
Harcourt — ' Historicus.' I wonder if that man has a 
great career before him? He has the talent, but as to 
principle I Sir Stafford Northcote told us a delightful 
story of some Yankee who remarked to a friend of his, 
' Well, I guess you know how to manage j^'our scandals 1 
There's Sir Stafford Northcote, now ! More public 
money passes through his hands than through those of 
any man in Europe, and he's never been found out 
yet! ' 

" July 8. — I went off by myself down to Cumber- 
land Lodge, to have luncheon with Princess Christian, 
who is only now beginning to recover from the loss of 
her baby. She was very nice and dear, talked a good 
deal of the Royal Titles Bill and said she quite under- 
stood Rainald 's vote from his point of view, but wished 
she could have seen me at the time to talk it over. 
Princess Amelia of Schleswig-Holstein was there — very 
pleasant as usual." 

At the end of the month Sir Rainald and Lady 
Knightley again went to Homburg,with Mrs. Gage and 
her son Harry as their companions. They found plenty 
of friends, among them Prince Arenberg, whose gloomy 
views of the progress of Socialism and the downfall of 
Prussia once more impressed Lady Knightley deeply. 
The Bravo case then going on at home was the chief 
topic of conversation among the English visitors. 

304 ROYAL TITLES BILL [chap, xxiii 

" Homburg, August 9. — We have found plenty of 
acquaintances here, among others Prince and Princess 
Colonna (the Th^rese Caracciolo of Lamington three 
years ago), the Clevelands, who are particularly pleasant 
and sociable,theClancartys,Rosslyns, and Lord Warwick. 
Mr. Charles Russell ^ is the height of fashion, on account 
of his intimate knowledge of the Bravo case. Sir Mon- 
tagu vSmith, who has just arrived, takes a different view 
of it. Lord Henry Lennox's resignation, in consequence 
of his having been mixed up with Baron Grant over 
the Lisbon Tramways, is still the subject of much dis- 
cussion. There is some idea of reinstating him, which 
would be disastrous both for him and the Government. 
But the money is of great importance to him, and Sir 
Montagu quotes the old adage, ' An empty sack cannot 
stand upright.' Mrs. Bravo stands revealed as a 
worthless, drunken wretch, still I do not see that the 
murder is clearly brought home to her. The Grand 
Duke of Mecklenburg and H.R.H. of Cambridge have 
arrived, and Mr. KnatchbuU-Hugessen, whom I find ver}'- 
amusing. We dined on Saturday with the Sassoons 
and Macclesfields and the blind Grand Duke, with 
whom I have made friends at the Springs, and who is 
very cheerful and good-humoured. Dizzy's elevation 
to the peerage is generally approved. He is getting too 
old for House of Commons work. 

" Metz, August 15. — We took leave of Sophy and 
Harry and left Homburg at 9 a.m.. Lord Warwick and 
Lord Clancarty coming to see us off. We came here 
up the valley of Nahe, by Kreuznach and Forbach, 
through very pretty scenery ; but what fills one with 
astonishment is that the French could ever have dreamt 
of invading Germany by a line every inch of which 
could be so easily defended. It is awful to think of 
the misery and bloodshed that has been concentrated on 
this smiling country. Would one could think it were all 
over ! Lord Winmarleigh, who arrived yesterday, says 
the whole town has been en fete for the Assumption of 

1 Afterwards Sir Charles Russell and Lord Russell of Killowen, Attorney- 
General 1886, and Lord Chief Justice 1894. 

18/6] GRAVELOTTE 305 

the Virgin — really the fete-day of Napoleon — and going 
into the Cathedral he heard a violent sermon by a 
cardinal in abuse of the Prussians ! 

" August 16. — The anniversary of the battle of 
Vionville, and we spent it in a prolonged and most 
interesting examination of the field of Gravelotte. 
We drove first through a pretty wooded valley up to 
Amanvilliers, and then came out upon a vast tableland. 
Here the French were posted, and up this the Germans 
advanced to S. Privat, without an atom of shelter, 
and were mowed down like ripe corn ; but in the mean- 
time the Saxons got their artillery into position on the 
other side and took S. Privat in flank, thus deciding 
the battle. Our driver, a most intelligent man who had 
himself served in the French artillery on that day, 
told us that Canrobert, who commanded the Sixth Corps 
at the end of the line, telegraphed three times over 
to Bazaine for ammunition. Twice no answer came ; 
the third time Bazaine telegraphed that he wanted all 
he had got for the defence of Metz, while at the same 
time he kept an immense reserve of cavalry doing 
nothing ! If ever there was a traitor, it was that man ! 
Our cocker was most indignant with Thiers for not having 
him shot, and said if ever Bazaine came to Metz, the 
women would be the death of him. From vS. Privat 
we drove down the hill, passing numerous monuments 
and crosses to S. Marie-les-Chenes, and by a road which 
divided the two armies, past Verveville, where a fearful 
struggle raged round a farmhouse, to Gravelotte — a 
quiet , dirty village, now of bloody fame ! Here two roads 
to Verdun come in, and along here the battles of Mars- 
la-Tour and Vionville were fought on the i6th. Turning 
east, we ascended a steep hill up which the Germans 
charged under Steinmetz, leaving the quarry half-way up 
full of their dead bodies. The farm of S. Hubert just 
above was taken and re-taken three times, but finally 
the Prussians remained in possession of it, and at this 
end also the battle was won, though at what an awful 
cost ! There were monuments here at every step, and 
at the top of the hill I read upon one the name of Herr 

3o6 ROYAL TITLES BILL [chap, xxiii 

von Jasmund, whom I met at Potsdam eight years ago 
and had that dispute with about Frederic William i. 
of Prussia. It was a curious coincidence. ^ 

" From the top of this hill we had a beautiful view 
of Metz and the surrounding country, and descending 
rapidl}^ returned to ' La Pucelle,' as she ought still 
to be called, as but for treachery she never could have 
fallen ! Our cocker showed us several villages where 
the Germans were posted, right under the guns of 
S. Quentin, and never a shot was fired at them. 

" Reims, Hdtel du Lion d'Or, August i8. — Yesterday 
we travelled here by slow train — a very hot, tedious 
journey, changing at S. Hilaire and turning north past 
the camp of Chalons, the scene of Attila's great battle. 
We walked up from the station, and came suddenly upon 
the glorious west front of the Cathedral, which is indeed 
a thing of beauty — unequalled in grandeur of conception 
and richness of detail. The great rose-windows and the 
exquisite stained glass give it a peculiar charm. This 
morning we went back and studied the noble portals 
on the north side, with their quaint representations of 
the Last Judgment — the Devil leading kings and priests 
in chains to a blazing cauldron, and on the other side 
our Lord w4th children in His arms and angels bringing 
others to Him. We went back and back again to the 
wonderful west front and the glorious rose-windows, 
and tore ourselves reluctantly away, feeling we should 
probably never see it again. Reims is a very inaccessible 
place nowadays, and evidently few strangers go there. 
At the hotel they would not take a circular note, and 
the station-master refused both English banknotes and 
German gold, which Rainald says never happened to him 

" Fawsley, August 22. — Ah ! how delightful to find 
ourselves, after all our wanderings, safe in this dear 

* It was of this brave officer that the Crown Prince of Germany wrote 
in his diary on September 8, 1870: " Rheims. — I am sorely grieved at 
Jasmund's death. Few were as gifted and very few as absolutely devoted 
as he was. I had hoped great things from him in the future" [Deutsche 
Rundschau, October 1888). 


[home, in this lovely summer weather. We settled down 
livery easily and happily, and played croquet with Val. 
iRainald went beaking {i.e. electioneering), and I went to 
iBadby and visited all my friends. 

" The Eastern question becomes more and more 
lanxious and complicated. I can quite feel with Rainald 
when he says he is thankful not to be in the Cabinet. 
[The horrors in Bulgaria make one's blood boil, and the 
tide of feeling all over the country is rising rapidly. 
Meetings are being held everywhere. A good deal of the 
excitement is due to party, but everyone must share 
in it to a great extent and blame Sir Henry Elliot and 
Dizzy. Still, it is very embarrassing for the Govern- 
ment, and our position as a country is most painful and 
perplexing. Rainald and I talk Eastern question all 
day long, but never come to any satisfactory con- 

" September 10. — I read Mr. Gladstone's pamphlet 
on the Bulgarian atrocities. There is a great deal of 
truth in it, very damaging to the Government. His 
speech at Blackheath is much more moderate. Rainald 
went to Brackley for the Agricultural Show and dinner, 
at which he had to speak — I own to feeling anxious on 
the subject. Every utterance at this moment is of 
vital importance, especially with the Bucks election 

" September 16. — I think, as far as I can judge, I ap- 
prove of Rainald 's speech, but oh ! I do wish that the 
Right and the Expedient for England did not appear at 
this moment to be two different things. Rainald fears 
a general war, with all its horrors and miseries. May 
God avert it, 

' ' September 1 8 . — A long, very prudent , and colourless 
speech from Sir Stafford Northcote. The other lot have 
quite broken out. Mr. Gladstone's letter and the Duke 
of Argyll's and Mr. Lowe's speeches betray such bitter 
spirit, I am quite disgusted. Mr. Baring's report is out 
at last, and fully confirms all the main outlines of the 
Bulgarian horrors. . . . Dizzy makes a very bold speech 
at Aylesbury, with a violent attack on Gladstone, 

3o8 ROYAL TITLES BILL [chap, xxiii 

passing over in total silence the crimes which have 
stirred the country so deeply. I fear it will do great 

During that autumn the Eastern question remained 
the one absorbing topic of thought and conversation, 
alike in Lady Knightley's quiet hours at Fawsley and 
in the Scottish country-houses — Blair Drummond, 
Lindertis, etc. — where the most of October was spent. 

" The Eastern question," she writes on October 7, 
" has assumed a new phase, owing to Russia's proposal 
that she should occupy Bulgaria, and the public is be- 
ginning to come to its senses, and to see that what, as 
Lady Barrington told us to-da}'. Sir William Harcourt 
had said is but too true of the Liberals : ' We don't 
care a hang for the Bulgarians ; we only want to turn the 
Government out.' Mr. Forster has not joined in this 
disgraceful agitation, and now Turkey has agreed to an 
armistice ; but what Russia will say to this remains to 
be seen." 

Raby Castle, Darlington, October 18. — We made a 
careful and prolonged inspection of this magnificent 
old pile, and most bewildering it is — only the Duchess's 
clever handbook gives one any clue to the labyrinth. 
It has been sadly altered and spoiled, but the external 
walls, of enormous strength and thickness, have been 
here probabl}^ since Canute's time, and certainly since 
1378. The kitchen is a wonderful sight, and the baron's 
hall also very fine. We walked round the outside of the 
castle, by far the most striking part, and went over the 
roof, which gives one a good idea of the different towers. 
Afterwards we walked down to the church at Staindrop, 
and saw the tombs of the Nevilles, Earls of Westmore- 
land, who lost Raby after the Rising of the North, when 
the then Earl was exiled. The Vanes bought it in 1639. 
The latest memories are of Mr. Gladstone's visit, 
when he inscribed himself in the visitors' book as 
' anti-Bashi-bazouk,' and cut down an old tree. The 
Duke, however, was much annoyed at the speech which 
he made at Staindrop. Warlike rumours thicken 
every day. The funds have fallen more heavily than 


before the Crimea, and it seems almost impossible that 
war can be averted. The Duchess of Edinburgh, who 
has great influence with her father, is said to use it 
all in favour of Turkey, but the Princess Dolgorouki, 
to whom he is much attached, uses hers for Servia ; so he 
vacillates between the two. 

" Winmarleigh yGarstang y Lancashire , October 22 . — We 
spent a very nice Sunday with old Lord Winmarleigh, 
a wonderful old man of seventy-five, who represented 
the whole of Lancashire with Lord Derby's grandfather 
before the Reform Bill, and was present at the Coronation 
of the Emperor Nicholas at Moscow in 1826. Yet he 
seems as hale and active as a boy, and fulfils every 
duty of life — serving his country, caring for his church 
and poor people, and is the best and kindest of fathers. 
Verily such men are the salt of the earth ! 

" Fawsley, November 2. — ^The papers brought very 
bad news. Just when the armistice was all but signed, 
Russia, maddened by Servia's defeat, presented an 
ultimatum demanding a six weeks' armistice and auto- 
nomy for the three provinces. Mercifully Turkey has 
given way, and we have a breathing space. Lord 
Hartington makes a capital speech, moderate and fair — 
wonderful to say, considering his position. Gladstone 
has completely discredited himself, although some — 
Lord Spencer, for instance — still go with him. 

" November 10. — Dizzy made an excellent speech at 
the Mansion House — plucky, dignified , and statesmanlike . 
An admirable state paper of Lord Derby's is published, 
giving a resume of all that has passed since August. 
Two especial points I note — one that Russia made 
her proposal of occupation to us as well as to Austria ; 
the other, that we had to threaten to withdraw Sir 
Henry Elliot before Turkey would agree to the armistice. 
But it is a comfort to see England once more taking 
her proper place in the great European drama. And 
the best news of all is that Lord Salisbury goes as 
Plenipotentiary to the Conference at Constantinople. 
He is the very best man that could be chosen — bold, 
independent, a man of great powers, great position, and 


310 ROYAL TITLES BILL [chap, xxiii 

above all a Christian. God speed him ! The Czar 
has pledged his word to Lord Augustus Loftus that 
he does not want Constantinople, and has desired the 
dispatch to be published. Meanwhile, he mobilises 
his army, makes preparations for war, and contracts 
a fresh loan. 

" January 11, 1877. — Harry and I went to Ga3^ton 
to stay with the E3'k3nis for the Northampton ball. We 
found the King of Naples paying a visit, with a little 
chevalier who spoke execrable French, and a very 
long time they sat there. Both he and the Queen are 
violently pro-Turkish. Colonel Burnaby ('Reindeer') 
and his wife were staying there as well as Lord and Lady 
Vane, Miss Mostyn, Edward Knatchbull-Hugessen, and 
Mr. Rupert Carington, the defeated candidate for 
Bucks, who talked a great deal of Radical rubbish. 
The ball was pretty and cheery, and I danced and 
enjoyed m3^self like an old goose. 

" Orwell Park, Ipswich, January 15. — We came here 
to find Lady Cork, with three daughters, the Duke of 
Cambridge, Lord and Lady Dorchester, etc., an enter- 
taining but not very harmonious party. On dit, that 
Mr. Delane retires from the Times, and probably Mr. 
Borthwick will succeed him. One stor}^ is that Russia 
has bought thirteen shares in the paper. It has 
certainly been playing Russia's game all the winter, 
and abusing the Government, who consequently give 
all their information to the Daily Telegraph. To-da}'' 
it alone has the news that the Powers have abandoned 
all their points but one — the International Commission. 

" January 20. — I came to town and lunched with 
Nora Trevelyan, where I met Mr. George Trevelyan, 
and heard as strong anti-Turk views as I have heard 
pro-Turk all the week, the said Turks having at a 
grand council refused to listen to any of the Powers' 
propositions and left them all planUs Id. It remains 
to be seen if ' le revolver Russe a raU,^ as some people 
say, or whether it has only ' recuU pour niieux sauter.' 

" Claridge's, February 8. — The Queen opened Parlia- 
ment, and was very well received. I went to see 

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Princess Christian at Buckingham Palace, and we 
talked almost entirely Eastern question. People say 
that Lady Salisbury made great mistakes at Con- 
stantinople, was tres liee with Madame Ignatieff, and 
quarrelled with Lady Elliot and Madame Midhat. 
The truth is that undoubtedly both she and he are 
much more anti-Turkish than the rest of the Cabinet. 
However, Lord Salisbury speaks highly of the present 
Sultan, who has only one wife, and spends much less 
money than his predecessors. All the world that could, 
went to see ' the Earl of Beaconsfield ' take his seat ! " 


The Balkan War and Congress of Berlin 


" 4 Grosvenor Crescent, April 24. — The long, long sus- 
pense has come to an end, the Russians have crossed 
the Pruth, and their charge d'affaires has left Con- 
stantinople. Where will it all end ? and what misery 
there will be first, although, as the Times says, we 
utterly fail to realise it, and were far more concerned 
about the five colliers who were dug out last week 
after being buried for ten days. To-morrow — or rather 
to-day, for it is past midnight — I am going to be thirty- 
five — half-way through my life. 

" April 25. — I hope the said birthday is not to be 
an emblem of the coming year, for I have not had five 
minutes' pause from morning to night. Parliamentary 
papers, house-books, a visit to Mary Wheatley, then to 
Christie's to see Baron Grant's pictures. Oh, such a 
crowd I Then to choose a bag which Rainald has given 
me. Mother gave me Turner and Ruskin's Harbours 
of England. Then to a capital rehearsal of Hercules — 
a cantata of Handel's never given in London before. 
Home to scurry over the papers, which, alas ! contain 
the formal declaration of war. Sir Thomas and Mary 
Wheatley to dinner, and a party at Mrs. Hardy's. 
Rather amusing this was — Colonel Burnaby of Khiva 
to look at, the Chinese Ambassadors, and poor Musurus 
Pacha, looking worn, ill, and aged. Rainald said to 
him, * Moi, je suis Tare jusq'au bout des doigts.' 
His face lighted up as he replied, ' Ah, que je vous 
remercie, tous les vrais Anglais sont comme-^a ! ' I 


:ould not have said it, and feel more and more that I 
late the whole thing. 

" Windsor Castle, May 16. — This afternoon we came 
iown here, where I certainly had never expected to 
:ome again. I carried Rainald off at once to the 
ibrary, where we spent a delightful hour looking at 
drawings by Raphael and Leonardo, etc. Nothing 
struck me more than some studies of sprays and leaves 
vvhich are quite wonderfully drawn. Prince Leo joined 
us, and showed us some interesting miniatures of the 
Tudors and Stuarts, especially one of Mary Queen of 
Scots which belonged to Charles i. She has brown 
e^'es, a pale face, and reddish hair, and altogether 
an attractive face, but which gives little clue to her 
extraordinary fascination. A miniature of Anna, sister 
of the Duchess of Kent and wife of the Grand-Duke 
Constantine, an elder brother of Czar Nicholas, led to 
the Prince telling me that she once told her niece, the 
Queen, that she was in the next room to the Emperor 
Paul when he was murdered, and heard the struggle. 
Our company at dinner consisted of the Queen, Princess 
Beatrice, Prince Leopold, Prince Christian, the Duchess 
of Edinburgh, Lord and Lady Elgin, Lord and Lady 
Ormonde, Lord Hawarden, Lady Gainsborough, and 
Sir Stafford Northcote, who amused us all with his 
ghost-stories. One curious story was about Howth 
Castle, near Dublin, where, until within the last twenty 
years, it was the custom to lay an extra knife and fork 
for dinner every day. Centuries ago, a powerful chief- 
tainess came to the castle, and being refused admission 
because the family were at dinner, avenged herself 
by kidnapping the son and heir. From that time 
the hall door was never closed during meals, and an 
extra place was alwa3^s laid. 

" The Queen was most kind and gracious, and after 
talking to her some time after dinner we joined the 
Household and played a rubber with Prince Leo. 

" May 17. — We spent another delightful morning 
in the library and armoury, where are trophies of every 
age and land. We saw the spoils of Tippoo Sahib, his 


314 THE BALKAN WAR [chap, xxiv S 

standard with huge emeralds, the jewelled peacock 
from the top of his umbrella, the bullet which killed 
Nelson, and armour belonging to Columbus, Charles v., 
Marlborough, Charles i., etc., and finally tore ourselves 
away with great regret after a very pleasant and success- 
ful visit. 

" 4 Grosvenor Crescent, June 5. — I went to Lowther 
Lodge, to find heaps of people and amateur drawings, 
amongst others an excellent likeness by Princess Louise 
of my poor friend Mr. Motley, who died a few days ago. 
I came home with Hairy, and had a pleasant visit from 
Mr. Mackenzie Wallace, who seems to like Russia and 
the Russians much better than it is the fashion to do 
just now. We dined with the Archbishop of York, and 
I sat between Lord Clinton and Mr. Venables of the 
Times and Saturday Review. He told me that the real 
cause of the quarrel between Mr. Roebuck and J. S. 
Mill was not the respective merits of Wordsworth and 
Byron, but the fact that Mr. Roebuck remonstrated 
with Mill when he lost his head about Mrs. Taylor. He 
also talked of Maurice and Kingsley, and said that 
Maurice did not like to be told that Kingsley had 
imbibed his opinions from him, preferring to think 
that another original mind had arrived at the same 
conclusions, just as J. S. Mill's adoration of his wife 
was caused by her reflecting his opinions. 

" J^^ly 12. — We went to an extremely pleasant and 
quite small garden-party at Marlborough House. Why 
we were asked I cannot imagine, as most of the Chiswick 
list were omitted, not only ' the Prince's mixture,' but 
many others with just as much claim to be asked as 
ourselves. However, there it was, and I found it very 
enjoyable. The Queen was most gracious and Princess 
Christian very nice. Rainald introduced me to John 
Bright, who has an honest, clever face and very good 
manners. But I cannot forgive him the mischief which 
he has done by saying that the Russian merchantmen 
may not pass the Dardanelles, and men like Lords Henley 
and Wolverton actually believe it ! Meanwhile, the 
Russians are making alarming progress and are breaking 


through the Balkans in every direction — so one gathers 
from man}'^ contradictory telegrams. In all the wars 
I remember — and they have been many in the last 
twenty-three years — we have never been so utterlj'- 
without reliable information. 

" July 16. — Rainald very proud of himself because 
he beat the Government last night, speaking and 
voting against a job of Dizzy's in giving his rector's 
son, Mr. Pigott, a post ^ for which he was not properly 
qualified. They were only beat by four, so I dare say 
he turned the scale. He hears that the reason why the 
Pall Mall abuses Gladstone steadily is because he would 
not allow W. R. Greg {Enigmas of Life), who has just 
resigned this same office, to let the house belonging to it. 

" July 21. — Dizzy made a capital speech last night 
in the House of Lords, putting the Pigott incident in 
a totally different light and proving it to be a mistake, 
not a job, which makes a great difference. The debate 
is to be reopened on Monday, and Rainald is sorely 
puzzled how to act, for still it is not a good appointment. 
We went to Holland House, which was crowded in spite 
} of the apparent collapse of the season. The Prince was 
there, but not the Princess, owing to her eldest boy's 
illness of tj^phoid fever. We dined with the Hertfords, 
and Count Gleichen announced that the 26th and 13th 
sail for Malta on Wednesday. The news sent a thrill 
through us all, and both my neighbours, Colonel Lindsay 
and Lord Yarmouth, exclaimed, ' I wish I were going ! ' 
like thorough Englishmen. 

" July 23. — I spent all the afternoon and evening 
at the House of Commons, which was densely crowded 
at question time, everyone hoping to hear something 
about the troops ; but Sir Stafford only said they were 
going to Malta. Then came an Irish row, in which 
Parnell, Power, and O'Donnell made themselves more 
offensive one than another, and Mr. Chaplin told them 
they were no gentlemen ,at which they naturally gibbered . 
' Toute verite n'est pas bonne a dire.' I rushed home 
to dress and dine, while the wretched Rainald remained, 

1 That of Comptroller of the Stationery Office. 

316 THE BALKAN WAR [chap, xxiv 

and when I got back they were well into the Pigott 
incident. Sir Stafford made a very nice speech, so did 
Mr. W. H. vSmith and Lord Hartington. Then Rainald 
and .Sir George Bowyer rose together ; but there was a 
roar of ' Knightley,' and he said a few generous words, 
after which Sir Walter Barttelot's resolution was agreed 
to without a division. 

" Colonel B came to luncheon and stayed on 

afterwards. It is the first time I have seen him since 
some good while before I married. He was ver}^ friendly, 
and Rainald w^as very nice to him. It took me back to 
old times and to the episode in my life which I always 
remember with self-reproach. But oh ! how can I be 
thankful enough for such a husband ! " 

August was spent as usual at Homburg, the Knight- 
leys being once more accompanied by Mrs. Gage and 
her son, who had lately succeeded to the peerage on 
the death of his grandfather, Lord Gage. 

" Hofnburg, i Kisseliff Strasse, Ajignst 3. — Here we 
are safe at bright little Homburg, ' quite at home,' as 
our excellent little landlord phrased it, in our old quarters, 
and have already begun drinking and walking as if we 
were not a year older ! Plenty of people, including 
Captain Burnab}?- of Khiva fame, and plenty of books, 
and nothing to do but to enjoy both. It is a very jolly 
life, and I thoroughly enjoy the rest. The great excite- 
ment has been that last Tuesda}^ July 31, the House 
met at 3 .4 5 and sat till 6 . i o p .m . on Wednesday — twenty- 
six and a half hours ! Such a thing not having been 
known since the days of the Long Parliament. All to 
carry the South Africa Bill against the determined 
obstruction of five Irish members — Parnell, Biggar, 
O'Donnell, etc. The Russians have been defeated both 
north and south of the Balkans. It remains to be seen if 
the Turks can follow up their success. Captain Burnaby 
says he would rather command Turkish than English 
troops — they fight as well, march better, and live on less. 
I wonder if he is as clever as he thinks himself ! He is 
a desperate Radical, and has very little religion, but, 
like many others I know of little faith, seems to take 

1 877] KONIGSTEIN 317 


pleasure in active good works. Well, our Lord says, 
Judge not, that ye be not judged.' Only we Christians 
ought to be a great deal better than they are, and I am 
not at all sure that we always are. Mr. W. H. Smith's 
appointment to succeed poor Mr. Ward Hunt, who 
died here last week, gives great satisfaction. We dined 
at the Kursaal to-night with the Tweeddales (she was a 
Miss Bartolozzi) and a large party, including Countess 
Usedom and her daughter, Countess Hildegarde, a 
gigantic, gushing German damsel, who amused me a 
good deal. I was busy writing my paper Fetters and 
Follies of Fashion, which interests me much. 

" Monday, August 21 . — Here is a week gone by, and 
not a line of Journal written — very like Homburg. 1 
must trj" and make it up. There have not been many 
events except a very amusing expedition to Konigstein, 
in company with Countess Bernstorff, the Usedoms, 
Miss Malcolm, Sir George Dallas, and Baron Lohe, a 
Prussian Ultramontane and great lover of England 
and things English. It was great fun to hear Baron 
Lohe and Countess Hildegarde dispute about the 
respective merits of England and Germany, all in perfect 
good temper, but with a vehemence perfectly startling 
to our ideas ! However, I agree with him in the main, 
and should not like to live under the paternal govern- 
ment of Bismarck, whom they are all greatly afraid of 
displeasing. Land in Germany often lets at twelve 
shillings an acre — a striking contrast to East Lothian, 
where Lord Tweeddale says it is often let at £6 or £y ! 
Konigstein is a fine old ruined castle, beautifully situated 
at the foot of the Feldberg, with lovely views over the 
Frankfort plains, and the spires of Worms in the far 

From Homburg the party went on to Heidelberg, the 
Lake of Geneva, and Chamonix, where Lady Knightley 
enjoyed the glories of Mont Blanc and saw wonderful 
sunsets over the Alpine snows, returning by Dijon, 
where she had stayed on her memorable journey sixteen 
years before. 

At Ouchy the news of Thiers' death had reached 

3i8 THE BALKAN WAR [chap, xxiv 

the travellers, and on arriving in Paris they found that 
his funeral was already over. " It was not a state 
funeral, Madame Thiers having chosen to insist that 
the 363 Deputies of the recently dissolved Chamber 
should immediately follow the family. This MacMahon 
refused to allow, so it took place very quietly, and a lot of 
troops were ordered out to prevent any disturbance. Sad! 
to perpetuate political squabbles over an open grave ! " 

The autumn and winter were spent as usual at 
Fawsley, where Lady Knightley devoted herself, with her 
wonted energy , to G.F.S. work, mothers' meetings, classes, 
and hunting, and watched the trend of Eastern affairs 
and the electoral struggle in France with keen interest. 

"Fawsley, Sunday, October 14. — To-morrow the 
French elections begin. I wonder how they will turn? Our 
papers are so violently anti-MacMahon that it is difficult 
to judge, but it looks as if he or his Cabinet were carrying 
things with a very high hand. We walked to Badby 
after church, and were admiring the lovely autum_n 
tints in the warm, bright sunshine, little dreaming of the 
awful night that was in store for us and that we should 
wake to a scene of the most frightful desolation. A 
violent hurricane sprang up in the night , and this morning 
the park is literally strewn with debris, and many, 
many magnificent trees are utterly destroj^ed. The 
elms opposite the front door, the fine chestnuts bej^ond, 
the cedar which was damaged by the snow two 3''ears 
ago, three or four fine ash outside the Dingle, a splendid 
oak near the road going to Badby Wood — in short, it is 
perfectly heart-breaking, and poor Rainald, who so loved 
and delighted in his trees, is quite overwhelmed. We 
went out to look at the degdt, and found that one hundred 
and thirty trees had been blown down, besides many 
which are entirely ruined, while there are but few which 
have not suffered in some degree. 

" October 23. — The French elections cannot be said to 
be a triumph for either party, but the Republicans have 
a majority of over a hundred. ' Honours divided,' as 
a writer in the Times describes it, ' but the Republicans 
have the trick.' I think, as Gambetta has tersely ex 

1878] AT SOTTERLEY 319 

pressed it, MacMahon ought either ' se soumettre ou se 
demettre.' He seems disposed to do neither. Neither 
party is strong enough to be generous, and bitter are 
the recriminations on both sides. A curious fact is 
that nearly two milHon voters did not go to the poll. 

" Sottei'ley, Suffolk, Sunday, November 25. — The 
Sunday next before Advent, just the Sunday I have 
so often spent here ! It seemed very nice to go to 
church here again, and see the dear old building, every 
line of which I know and love, and the changing lights 
which I have so often watched. But there were hardly 
more than two or three faces I knew, and the yews and 
cypresses lound my dear father's grave remind me how 
the years have flown. One of m\^ favourite Sunday- 
school boys, Harry Briggs, was ' asked ' in church. 
After service I roamed about with St. John, looking at 
their various improvements, which I like on the whole, 
and poked about among the books in the library, which, 
often as I have dusted them, I do not half know. 

" Claridge's Hotel, December 3. — Rainald and I had 
a great treat in going to see the admirable collection of 
drawings at the Grosvenor Gallery, mostly belonging to 
Mr. Malcolm of Poltalloch or to the Queen. In the even- 
ing we went to the Opera Comique, to see a ver}'^ amus- 
ing bit of nonsense called The Sorcerer, by Gilbert, set to 
music by Sullivan. I have not laughed so much for long. 
" Fawsley, December 11. — Plevna has fallen, after 
a most prolonged and gallant defence. What next ? 
one asks anxiously. The country is divided and uneasy. 
I am reading with the deepest interest the third volume 
of the Prince Consort's Life just published, treating of the 
Crimean War, when some of our statesmen were as un- 
patriotic as the}?- are now. Fancy a man of Lord 
Henley's intelligence saying that it won't hurt us if 
the Russians do get Constantinople ! And Mr. Forster 
evidently is of the same opinion. 

" Claridge's Hotel, January 17, 1878. — We came to 
town, and found everybody on the tiptoe of expectation 
as to what the Queen's speech might reveal. Between 
.the opening of Parliament and the debate, everyone put 

320 THE BALKAN WAR [chap, xxiv 

different interpretations on the passage about supplies. 
Meanwhile the Russians are advancing rapidly, and 
unless peace is promptly signed, we must intervene. 

" Fawsley, January 25. — Very exciting news ! Lord 
Carnarvon has resigned, and important orders have 
been sent to the fleet. The Duke of Cambridge was 
summoned to town from Orwell last Wednesday. 
One cannot but rejoice that something is being done 
to arrest the onward march of the Russians, who are 
already perilously near Constantinople. 

" January 27.-— I had three letters presenting a 
curious contrast — one from Princess Christian praising 
Disraeli's wise, far-seeing conduct, and characterising 
Lord Derby (who resigned with Lord Carnarvon, and 
withdrew his resignation) as the worst Foreign Minister 
England has ever had ; one from Big Ben saying, ' We 
must vote with the Government as the least of two 
evils ' ; and a third from Mr. Holthouse, the mouthpiece 
of many High Church clergy, begging Rainald to vote 
against the additional supplies, adding : ' I have never 
had any confidence in Lord Beaconsfield, and confess I 
shall not breathe easy as long as he is in office, and this 
war goes on.' 

" January 29. — Our anxious suspense continues. 
Ihe terms of peace are monstrous, and our fleet having 
gone up the Dardanelles, has returned to Besika Bay. 
All sorts of rumours are afloat as to what course Lord 
Hartington's mutinous crew will take, and how many 
Conservatives will vote with the Government. 

" February 4. — A delightful hunting day. The meet 
was at Preston, and we were standing by Badby Wood 
when a telegram was brought to Rainald, begging him 
to come up at once for the division. This was most 
unexpected, but Rainald was off in little over half 
an hour. ' Dizzy has resigned,' was Sir Thomas Bate- 
son's morning greeting — ' the Privy vSeal ' was the end 
of his sentence. The Duke of Northumberland succeeds 
him, — plucky to join the Cabinet at such an anxious 
moment,— and Lord Spencer gives up the Pytchley, 
which means that he wants to save money to fight the 


county. But the armistice is signed at last. Altogether, 

a very exciting day. . t„j 

-February 8.-Rainald need not have been hunted 
off so • they won't divide till I don't know when ! 
Yesterday's "rumour of the Russian advance on Con- 
stantinopi was confirmed by Sir S. Northcote m he 
House on Mr. Layard's authority and contrad,cted 
half an hour later on that of Prince Gortschakoff The 
crisis is so monientous that one can hardly grasp its full 
meaning, and in the middle of it all the Pope is dead- 
^loNono. At any other time it would have made a 
great sensation, now we have no time o th'nk °f ' ' 
for the Russians have advanced to. '^e Unes of Tcha 
aldia twenty miles from Constantinople, and there is 
nothing to prevent them from taking the city whenever 
thlypfease'^ This is what two years of vacillation have 
brought us to ! Lord Hartington and Mr. Ghidstone 
have apparently entirely broken with each other, and 
they say Schouvaloff is constantly with Lady Derby.and 
ge J everything out of her. It is enough to make one 
think women had better know nothing about polics 

•■ February 15 --The fleet has gone up at last, and 
is anchored ten miles south of Scutari. What -.11 be 
the next act in this wonderful drama ? It would be a 
comedy if it were not a tragedy. 

•' Wakefield Lodge, Stony Stratford Februaryjg.-- 
We diove over here this afternoon by Weedon and 
Toweester. Our party consists of the Pnnce Imperial, 
the Due de Bassano. uncle to the Duchess oiGM 
Lord Strathnairn.Lady Elizabeth B'ddulph, Mr. George 
Pennant, Colonel and Mrs. Stuart, a"d the Alfred FU 
rovs. I sat by the Prince, who speaks Engl>sh f^uenUy, 
but with a strong French accent. H^'^^^ little man 
not o-ood-looking, and with the same melancholy expres 
skmlis his fathe? whom Rainald says he much resembles 
p'r 1 ttle fellow! he has already been the >---"' -"f, 
of a fearful war. What will be his history in the future .■ 

''''February .O.-The hounds met at Wakefield Law 
and I could not help thinking, as I rode on to the ground 
beside the Prince Imperial, how many interesting people 

3" THE BALKAN WAR [chap, xxiv 

I have come across-sitting at luncheon between the 
Crown Pr,nce of Prussia and the Duke of Augu lenbure 
piloting the ex-King of Naples in the hunt nefield' 
and no.v nding to hounds with Napoleon m's only 
son. We had a good day's sport, and I did a little G F S 
busmess, and told Mr. Praed about Clause ,6 of the 
Factones and Workshops Act. Bismarck ha spoken 
and li,s speech resolves itself into, ' Bless you my 

rtTurt'i^e'^ 'vir ra^ 1^ ' " f -- -"' -^ 

a-St'be O '' ^^y^-^^^^:^^^^.i. 
and that the Queen was frantic at the idea I 

-^IH V !'"F 2i.-We took a charming walk in the 
old Forest this morning, and after lunche'on drove wth 
the Pnnce and Lady Elizabeth to Stowe It is an 
enormous palace of a place, standing well on a hill over 
lookmg a lake and a fine arch with a three"mile avenue 

see temples, obelisks, statues, all laid out with great 
a te, but a melancholy picture of decadence, neg ect and 

a her-s ext^ir™' °"'' °' Buckingham, ruinfd by hi^ 
lather s extravagance, is gone as Governor to Madras 

The Pri, fce'wh'r^' l"T '""^'"^ f"^'"™ ^^ desott ! 
talked a ^nnHd'^T ^''}'''° ^'^" ^^^^ *y ^"d silent, 
talked a good deal and was very pleasant. He said 

Henri L'm '"f ■ ""'' °^ ^^^^^^h Memoirs, and that 

Ritn.J I ^ "'' '°'^^'' ^"d told us of the Dame 

the pt'sIn'p^'^T'"^ ""''r '''' "^^^'h of a member of 
the Prussian Royal Family, and of ' Le Grand Veneur ' 

hea?; b'er: t e"rattfT'/'^°^%t- "^"^ '^'^ 

'f^r 'r kt'.s ' 'P^f <inS.ti^rt'ouXf 

north of F^ ,' ''""u* ■^^'^'^ ^" o'<^ «'0"ia" i" thf 

north of France ask to be touched by the Empress. 

Lord Derhl.f -^^^ ^"""^ ^'^'=^"«^'l by the news of 
Lord Derby s resignation, and the calling out of the 
R erye orces. It seems as if war could not be averted 

earnest, will cave in. 


" April 9. — A most able State paper has been issued 
by Lord Salisbury, now Minister for Foreign Affairs, 
bringing out the whole bearing of this infamous Treaty 
of San Stefano, and its menace to our interests. It has 
already produced an immense effect abroad. Everyone 
is astonished and delighted to find that England can 
speak out as of 3^ore. We drove to Northampton Races, 
taking a large part}^ — Lady Stradbroke and her girls, the 
Carysforts, Sir Thomas Western, Harry, etc. The Prince 
and Princess of Wales brought the Crown Prince and 
Princess of Denmark. Our Princess looked prettier than 
ever, but I thought pale and sad. Rainald had to leave 
the races to go up for a division on calling out the 
Reserves. The majority was enormous — 319 to 64. A 
very fine debate in the House of Lords. Lord Salisbury 
and Lord Beaconsfield both spoke admirably. Prince 
Gortschakofif 's answer to Lord Salisbury's circular is more 
pacific than might have been expected. 

" 4 Grosvenor Crescent, May 20. — This afternoon 
Rainald took me to the House of Lords to hear the 
debate on moving the Indian troops to Malta . Certainly 
a great debate in the Lords is a very stately thing. The 
House was crowded, the Peeresses' Gallery very full, the 
Crown Prince and Princess of Germany and the 
Princess of Wales being up there, and the Prince of 
Wales and Duke of Cambridge were in their places on 
the cross-benches, where I also saw Lords St. Germans, 
Strathnairn, Penrhyn, and old Lord Cottesloe. Lord 
Selborne spoke for two mortal hours, and was very 
dull ; the only startling thing in his speech was the 
allusion to the fact of ' the balance of power in Europe ' 
not having been mentioned in the preamble to the 
Meeting Act since 1 866 — and this with the Crown Prince 
just over his head ! The best point he made was when 
he quoted the words of a far higher authority than him- 
self regarding Indian troops, a speaker who had once said 
' that either India should not be denuded, or, if she can 
spare the men, she is unnecessarily taxed.' ' These, my 
Lords,' he added, ' were the words of Lord Cranborne, 
now Her Majesty's Foreign Secretary.' Lord Cairns 

324 THE BALKAN WAR [chap, xxiv 

followed, and Dizzy wound up the debate in a very able 
speech, after which I went on to the House of Commons 
and listened to Sir William Harcourt, who reminded me 
of Sir Robert Peel's remark that if there were any more 
lawyers in the House it would not be bearable, they were 
such bores ! In the evening I went to Lady Norton's, 
where Sir Charles Mordaunt introduced me to his new 
wife, and my old Potsdam friend, Countess Bruhl,who 
is in England with the Crown Princess, told me that the 
Duke of Connaught's fiancee is charming, very amiable, 
intelligent, and affectionate, and longing for love, which 
she has never had at home. Meanwhile there is great 
news. We are really going into congress, and Lord 
Beaconsfield is to represent England, which Rainald 
thinks looks well, as he would not care to imperil his 
reputation if he did not see some fair prospect of success, 
I am very curious to see if this Protectorate of the 
Christians in Asia Minor will mean anything ! 

" June 13. — To-day the Congress of Berlin meets for 
the first time. So important an assembly has hardly 
been known since the Congress of Vienna in 181 5. 

" June 29, — We dined with the Duke of Grafton, 
and I sat by Lord Dalkeith, who was ver}'- agreeable, 
talking of India. Travelling always makes people 
pleasant. On to an amusing party at Lady Cornelia 
Guest's house, where was that marvellous invention, the 
phonograph. Sir Stafford Northcote made us all 
laugh by shouting into it, ' Perhaps you are not aware 
that the British fleet has gone to the bottom of the 
Black Sea, where it has recovered the remains of the 
British Constitution, which was destroyed by the pro- 
fligate government of Loid Beaconsfield.' This was 
distinctly repeated in a voice rather like a parrot's — 
except Baron Munchausen's horn, there never was 
anything like it. Lord Strathnairn laments the in- 
clusion of Sofia in Bulgaria, which will, he fears, enable 
an enemy to turn the line of the Balkans. I don't 
think the flourish of trumpets with which the Times 
ushered in the week has been at all sustained. 

" July 8. — I went to see the Art Embroideries Show 


at Grosvenor House, which were most lovely in that 
grand house. Rainald came in at dressing-time with 
the startling news that we have guaranteed the Turkish 
possessions in Asia against Russia, and have got Cyprus 
for our pains — a fine coruscation of fireworks to wind 
up the Congress with ! At least it ties the hands of any 
future Government, and Cyprus will be an excellent 
point from which to defend both roads to India. I 
went to a crowded part}- at Mrs. Portman's, being anxious 
to gather opinions on this great event. I think the 
general consensus of feeling is in favour of it. Of course 
the Radicals find fault, but they have no tangible objec- 
tion to bring forward. The French, however, clearly 
do not like it, as I gathered from a long and earnest 
conversation which I overheard at the Oueen's ball 
between Musurus and M. d'Harcourt. 

" Jvtly 16. — I went to Whitehall with Mamma, and 
looked down from a window of the chapel as Lord 
Beaconsfield and Lord Salisbury drove by on the way 
from Charing Cross to Downing Street. There was 
no very enormous crowd, but the cheering was 
loud and continuous, and seemed to go on for a long 
time in Downing Street, where I believe Dizzy 
addressed a few words to the crowd. There were 
no troops and not much to see, but to me it was far 
more significant than many a stately pageant. For 
it means peace with honour, as the Times says 
to-day. It means the end of the long tension of two 
years of deep anxiety. And what a marvellous career 
is that of the man we acclaim to-day, who from a simple 
attorney's clerk has risen to the truly proud position 
which he now occupies, by the force of genius alone. 
And all one's heart goes out to the fine figure opposite, 
the grand, thoughtful head of the man who, putting aside 
all personal feeling, joined the Government from truly 
patriotic motives, and has stuck to it gallantly. 
Without Lord Salisbury, to-day's triumph would not 
have been possible, and England and Disraeli alike owe 
him a debt of profound gratitude," 


Agricultural Depression and Conservative 



Lady Knightiey and her husband spent September 
1878 in Scotland, where they paid a succession of visits 
to Mr. and Lady Emily Hamilton at Dalzell, to Mrs. 
EUice at Invergarr}^ to Sir Dudley Marjoribanks at 
Guisachan, to Sir Thomas Munro at Lindertis, and to 
Lady William Osborne at Tullyallan. Once more she 
thoroughly enjoyed the beauty of Highland scenery in 
glorious autumnweathei ,andrejoiced in this opportunit}^ 
of increasing her knowledge of a countr}' which she 
had loved from her earty days at Balmoral. On the 
wa^' south, a visit was paid to Mr. Sneyd at Keele, in 
Staffordshire, where she found a source of endless 
delight in the library, with its priceless store of 
illuminated missals, autograph letters of English 
sovereigns, miniatures, and county histories. She 
describes the famous gardens, with their unique holly 
hedge 26 feet high and 190 yards long, and a visit 
to Trentham, which she dismisses as one of the most 
odious places that she has ever seen, " like a bit 
" of Regent Street, with tin aloes at the top and the 
" Trent running close b}'^ and smelling — ugh ! I would 
" not have it as a gift, and should hate having to live 
" there. Rainald says it reminds him of nothing so 
" much as of Pope's description of ' Timon's villa.' " 

The remainder of the year was spent in her beloved 
home, where every year Lady Knightiey became more 
ab=^orbed in local affairs and in improving the con- 
dition of labourers and workmen on the Fawsley 



estates. Every good cause found a friend in her, and 
her kindness and sympath}'^ were freely bestowed on 
men and women of all classes. A visit from the Bishop 
of Peterborough and a memorable sermon which he 
preached at a village church-opening were among the 
most noteworthy incidents of the autumn. 

" Fawsley, October 29. — Rainald and I attended with 
great satisfaction the reopening of Woodford church, 
which has been completed with wonderful celerity in 
barely seven months since I laid the first stone of the 
new tower. It was a bright, hearty service, and our 
great Bishop preached a most admirable sermon, one 
of the finest I ever heard, on the text, * Thy will be 
done in earth as it is in heaven.' He beean with an 
eloquent description of the man}'- places and ways in 
which that cry was going up to God, at this moment, 
in all parts of the world — b}' dying beds and unclosed 
graves, from hearts sick with disappointed hopes, worn 
out with vain and toilsome effort, or weary with that 
unutterable weariness of life which comes to so many 
in the present day. Then he went on to set forth three 
ways in which men answer God's will as revealed to 
each one of us in the circumstances of life. First, by 
open rebellion, saying, Not Thy will, but my will, setting 
up our own will against that of God, with that selfish- 
ness of the unsubdued nature which is the cause of all 
sin and crime, and the indulgence of which endangers 
the very existence of society. Secondly, by saying. Thy 
will be done — the submission which costs a hard struggle, 
the will yielded to God, lying crushed at His feet, as 
we say. Not mine but Thine. This is the answer we 
most of us try to make, with effort and sadness, but 
still saying it — the Christian surrender of the soul, a 
sacrifice in which there may be joy, but must be a 
degree of pain too. He bade us remember this, not 
only when crushed with an irremediable sorrow, but in 
all the petty details of everyday life, and strive ever 
more and more to realise this prayer both in doing and 
suffering. But thirdly, there is the answer that we shall 
make in heaven, and ought to aim at here. Thy will 


and mine be done — our wills being so perfectly in har- 
mony with God's will that there is no longer any effort, 
any striving or pain, the blessed state to which we 
shall only fully attain in heaven, when it will be as easy 
and natural to do God's will as it is to live and breathe 
now. All these three stages are reflected in the Church's 
worship, in the confession where we deplore our past 
rebellion against God's will, in the prayers and com- 
munions where we seek for fresh grace to submit to 
God's will, and in the songs of praise in which the 
Church on earth rises out of herself, and in anticipation 
of a blessed future joins with angels and archangels in 
adoring the Divine Will as they do in heaven, in that 
rest which is not indolence, that quietude which is not 
indifference. But here on earth we can train ourselves 
by the discipline of daily life for that blessed future, 
here we can learn to lead the heavenly life, and in the 
little daily and hourly trials, by the repeated sub- 
mission of our will to His, gather strength for the dark 
hours and great crises of life. Then the will of God 
will become no longer a law, but a guide to follow 
through all the difficulties and peiplexities of life. 
In exact proportion as we are able to unite our wills 
with His, to say Mine and Thine, and rejoice in this 
union, our spiritual life will gain in power and beaut}^, 
and by thus imitating the example of Christ, whose 
work on earth was to do the will of His Father, we 
shall be preparing ourselves for the perfect worship of 
heaven, when we shall no more say, Not my will but 
Thine, as a hard and painful task, but Mine and Thine, 
' now and for evermore.' The whole sermon, one felt, 
from beginning to end, was inspired by the chastened 
imagination of a great intellect and the loving sympathy 
of a great heart. And we who know, as the Bishop 
evidently did, the difficulties and hindrances which lay 
in the way of this church restoration, could not but 
admire with him the wonderful courage, perseverance, 
and patience shown by the Vicar, Mr. Minchin, in 
carrying out the work, in spite of povert}^ and ill- 
health. It is indeed an example to us all, and I am glad 

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to feel that Ramald and I have been allowed to help in so 
good a work. It has all been so nicely and simply done 
by Mr. Hartshorne, keeping all of the old that could be 
kept, and the building now is just what a village church 
should be. 

" October 31. — The Bishop came here to dine and 
sleep, and this morning I had the great pleasure of 
driving him to Charwelton to sign the deed annexing 
the new piece to the churchyard, after which he 
departed. I cannot say how much I have enjoyed his 
visit. I never felt his goodness so strongly before, his 
deep, earnest interest in all undertakings for his people, 
his real devotion. It strengthens and refreshes one, 
and encourages one to keep on ' pegging away ' in one's 
own small way. He read prayers this morning in the 
old hall very beautifully. 

" December 6. — To-day a great gloom has been 
thrown over us all by our friend Major Whyte-Melville's 
death. His horse fell as he was galloping over a 
ploughed field and broke his neck. Only last night we 
were all singing his last hunting song, ' Drink, puppy, 
drink,' little dreaming the genial writer, the keen 
sportsman, was even then lying dead. Rainald and 
Mr. Angerstein both knew him so well, and feel it 

" December 13. — The accounts of Princess Alice 
are very anxious. She is very dangerously ill of 
diphtheria, which she caught from her little boy. It 
is just seventeen 37^ears since her father died, and I have 
a superstitious feeling that if she lives over to-morrow, 
as the Prince of Wales did, she will recover. 

^'December 14. — By a most strange coincidence, 
on this very day she passed away. I cannot help 
feeling very deeply for the Queen and for them all at 
Windsor. How well I remember dear Princess Alice 
sitting in my little room at Osborne, Hstening to the 
wind howling, and saying how melancholy it made her 
feel. That was in April 1862, and after that I hardly 
saw her again to speak to till that day at Kranichstein 
in 1875, when she seemed so happy surrounded by her 


children. She was busy with her work, a large table- 
cover, and told me she was reading Hosack's Mary 
Queen of Scots. She talked of enjoying hunting, which 
both she and I began late in life, and then, when some- 
thing was said about the Schloss at Homburg, re- 
marked rather sadly, ' You know that would have been 
ours if the Prussians had not annexed it. Ah, well, 
it was the fortunes of war ! ' She looked worn and 
aged, I thought, and I was so sorry for the unlucky 
speech which I made, asking if that was her eldest boy ? 
Her answer sounded so sad : * The only one I have 
left.' Two years had already elapsed since her eldest 
boy was killed by falHng out of the window, but she 
had never recovered her spirits. How hard she worked 
at all good deeds, and what a noble example she has 
left behind ! May she indeed find her reward ! 

" 4 Grosvenor Crescent, May 3, 1879. — I enjoyed 

going with Rainald to the National Gallery, and looked 

at the Early Italian pictures, which are quite new to 

me. There is a Era Angelico which struck me very 

much, and an Entombment by Francia, which I 

should like to look at again. The contrast between 

the Virgin, weeping over her dead Son, and the angels, 

who evidently see so much farther, is very remarkable. 

It is altogether a splendid collection, and not half 

enough appreciated. We dined with Sir Julian and 

Lady Goldsmid at 105 Piccadilly, a house built by the 

late Lord Hertford, but which he never saw. There 

were twenty-six people, and the company was pleasant 

enough, but our hostess was an Italian, and does not 

understand comfort. I sat between Harry Brand and 

Alfred Hardy, and we had some amusing political 

sparring. Miss Fitzclarence, our compagnon de voyage 

from Dalmally to Oban, was there too, and declared she 

should have known me anywhere, having a singular gift 

of remembering names and faces, evidently inherited from 

her grandfather the King. She has to a certain degree 

the large grey eyes and rather fat face of all the Royal 

Family. We went on to Lady Salisbur3^'s, and walked 

upstairs with Lord Beaconsfield, who was particularly 

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civil. Rainald had never spoken to him since the 
Pigott incident ! We walked downstairs, to my sur- 
prise, with Mr. Gladstone, whom I did not expect to 
see after Lord Salisbury's bitter speech a day or two 
ago. And only the other evening Mr. Stratford Dug- 
dale told me at Nora Trevelyan's that they had dined 
with M. L^on Say last autumn, and that he had re- 
marked, ' Votre M. Gladstone — quelle chute incon- 
cevable ! ' Party feeling to-day certainly runs high, 
but Rainald says not so high as in 1830-32 and the 
days of the Reform Bill." 

This season Lady Knightley attended a course of 
ambulance lectures and joined in a series of Shake- 
speare readings at Mrs. Dugdale's, which, added to her 
hospital and workhouse visiting and the prolonged 
sittings of the G.F.S. Council, made her exceedingly 
busy, and it is not to be wondered at that she found 
little time for reading at home or for her favourite 
researches in the British Museum. 

" May 9. — -All my days seem long ! Yesterday I 
had visitors all the morning, and spent the whole after- 
noon at the Academy. Mr. Gladstone by Millais is 
undoubtedly the picture of the year. It lives, and is a 
worthy representation of the ablest man of the day 
and the most incomprehensible of this or any other 
day. After tea Harriet Cartwright came to rehearse, 
bandaging, rather a tiring process. To-day I did hope 
for a quiet morning, but it is now nearly i a.m., and I 
have been on the go all day. First Mrs. Magee came 
to talk G.F S., then I went to Ishbel Aberdeen, whom 
it is delightful to find so full of enthusiasm for all 
good works. It is nice to see those two young things 
in the heyday of youth and prosperity giving them- 
selves entirely to the service of God and man. Then I 
rushed off to the Guild Committee, where I was in the 
chair. It is cheering to hear what good work is being 
done ! I brought Miss Hubbard back with me to talk 
over her ' Perseverance Bands ' scheme, had a quarter 
of an hour's read of the Times, then a pleasant dinner 
at Nora Trevelvan's. I sat between Mr. W. H . Gladstone, 


who told me his father's portrait had been bought by 
the Duke of Westminster, and Baron Brinckmann of 
the Prussian Embassy. He says Bismarck did not 
see Busch's book before it was pubUshed, and is much 
annoyed by its indiscretions. Nora, Polly Ridley, and 
I went on to an amusing party at Mrs. John Dundas's 
charming new Queen Anne house on the Chelsea Em- 
bankment, built and furnished in the same quaint, 
picturesque style, with people dressed ver^^ much to 
match. Such is London life ! very delightful, but it 
takes a good deal out of one. 

" May 17. — I went to a concert at Lady Norton's, 
a cantata, Christ and His Soldiers, by Farmer, very 
well given by amateurs ; sat next to Canon Farrar, to 
whom I was introduced. He remarked, apropos of the 
Duke of Argyll's envenomed attack on the Govern- 
ment last night, that the ' little red-headed brute is 
the greatest orator in the House of Lords.' In the 
evening to hear Don Giovanni at Covent Garden, with 
Patti, who, although thirty-five, — more's the pity ! — 
is still the most charming of Zerlinas. 

" Aday 21. — I walked with Rainald to see the 
Coaches' meet, a pretty sight. Had mother to luncheon, 
and took her to our Guild concert, at which I sang. 
We dined with the Manners, and I sat between Sir 
Michael Shaw Stewart and Lord Bury, who told me 
he was in Brest harbour in September 1870 when the 
German fleet came down the Channel and found the 
whole French fleet drawn up in line of battle ready 
to receive them. ' L'Amirault ' told Lord Bury that 
he had not powder enough on board his ships to fire a 
royal salute, and not more than ten sailors on board 
several of them, every available man having been 
summoned to defend Paris. However, his brag an- 
swered, and the German fleet sailed away again without 
firing a shot. After dinner I talked hunting with the 
Duke of Buccleuch, who says he has been a master 
of hounds since 1827. Went on to Lady Sahsbury's, 
where was the Empress of Germany — ' my dear Augusta, 
we've had another awful buster,' — a wonderfully j^oung- 


looking woman for her age, which is nearly seventy. 
The Edinburghs were there too, with the Crown Prince 
of Sweden, the Comte and Comtesse de Flandres — in 
short, the place was alive with Royalties and decorations. 
I ended up with a charming concert at Mr. Oppenheim's, 
cutting two other parties. In spite of ' hard times,' 
London s' amuse. 

" May 24. — The Queen's sixtieth birthday, and 
she became a great-grandmother about ten da3^s ago, 
Princess Charlotte of Saxe-Meiningen having given birth 
to her first child. I went to South Kensington Museum 
with Rainald, and spent some time in that bewildering, 
enchanting place. I was especially interested in the 
autographs bequeathed by Mr. Forster — ' John 
Hampden to Sir John Eliot at his lodging in the 
Tower,' etc. — and in some of the Early Italian sculpture 
— Donatello, Niccol6 Pisano, etc. We were much im- 
pressed b}^ the preposterous prices given for some of 
the shrines, chalices, and other examples of gold and 
silver work, ;^2000 being no uncommon figure. In the 
evening to the Foreign Ofiice party, which was 
gayer and more crowded than ever, with endless 

" May 29. — Yesterday, being Derby day, I went 
down to Richmond with Charley Newdegate, and 
desired him not to vote against the Government. I 
spent a happy day with dear mother, walked back 
to the station, and dined with the Carysforts. I sat 
between my old friend Bobby Gurdon and Sir Frederick 
Peel, that apparently most cautious of men, but really 
a bitter Radical. To-day I rejoiced in a quiet morning, 
the first for a fortnight. After luncheon to Mrs. 
Dugdale's, where, under Clifford Harrison's supervision, 
we read scenes from the Merchant of Venice, the ' Ode 
to the Passions,' and Browning's ' How they brought 
the good news from Ghent,' and very interesting it was. 
We dined with Lord Leven, where I sat next to Lord 
Selborne, and went on to a small party at Lad}^ Stan- 
hope's, where I met Princess Christian and Mr. Brown- 
ing, who told me that the ' Ride from Ghent ' was a 


pure invention, founded on no known incident, and 
merely composed when he was bored at sea. 

" Fawsley, Whitsun Eve, May 31. — We came home 
yesterday with oh ! such delight. I have been out 
and about all day, playing croquet with Val, and 
revelling in the beauty of the place. The weather was 
quite perfect, but quite a fortnight backward ; primroses 
and marsh-marigolds are still to be found. The ash 
hardly shows leaf, the oak by no means fully out, and 
some of the elms still quite brown. It was delightful 
in Badby Wood, gathering primroses and bluebells, 
which spread a perfect carpet of blue under the vivid 
green of the spring foliage. It is quite impossible to 
describe the intense beauty of the colouring in this 
brilliant sunshine. But my poor Rainald is worried to 
death about money matters. Tuesday was the rent- 
audit, an anxious day in these times of agricultural 
depression. Most of the tenants paid, but there was 
much grumbling, which is scarcely justified, seeing how 
little arable land they have, and how low the land is 
let ! I wish I could do more to help ! 

"4 Grosvenor Crescent, June 18. — We had our 
nursing examination on Monday, at the end of our 
course of ambulance lectures, at Lady Juliana Walker's. 
It was partly paper, partly viva voce, and two or three 
bandages to be done. I hope we are through ! To-day 
Lord Shaftesbury presided at the meeting of our Em- 
ployment of Women Association, and Miss Frances 
Power Cobbe spoke. It was a meeting of real earnest 
workers, and in that quiet room, with the sun streaming 
in on Lord Shaftesbury's honoured head, one felt what 
good work had been done since Jessie Boucherett first 
started her unpretending little Society twenty years 
ago. Sir Thomas and Sophy dined, and I went to a 
party at the Duchess of Northumberland's, the first 
since old Northumberland House is no more. 

" June 20. — The very sad news of the poor little 
Prince Imperial's death in the papers. He was sur- 
prised and surrounded by Zulus. I much fear our 
people were greatly to blame. Everyone is filled with 


sorrow for the young life thus suddenly cut off, and the 
poor mother above all. Little I thought, when we met 
him at Wakefield the other day, that the end was to be 
so soon. I drove Uncle Frederick out in the afternoon, 
and listened with amusement to his reminiscences of 
Old London — a brick wall along the Green Park, small 
cottages on the south side of St. James's Square. All 
London is mad about the Comedie Frangaise. We went 
last night to see Le Demi-monde. Certainly the acting 
is wonderful ; there is a finish, a refinement, an ' at- 
homeness ' (to coin a word), which are quite unequalled 
by anything on our stage. 

" June 26. — A strange mixture of a day, but I could 
not help it. Harriet Cartwright and I, with three of 
the maids, went to St. Paul's for the annual G.F.S. 
service. A crowded congregation assembled to hear a 
sermon from the Bishop of Winchester and attend the 
celebration, and I could not help thinking of the blessed 
change since the day when Paul's was a fashionable 
walk ! When I came home I found stalls for the 
French play — not the day one would have chosen, but 
it could not be helped. First I had a pleasant drive 
round Hyde Park and Battersea Park with Lord 
Tollemache. I do enjoy bowling along behind those 
beautiful chestnuts, in spite of the cold and rain ! 
This is actually the eighth month of temperature below 
the average. Then we had a real evening's enjqyment 
at the Comedie Fran9aise — first Racine's Andromaque^ 
with Sarah Bernhardt in the chief part. She is wonder- 
fully graceful, but hardly as fine an actress as I expected. 
After that Les Plaideurs, in which Got is exceedingly 
funny . 

" July 3. — In the evening again to the French play — 
a pretty piece by George Sand, in which Mile Barette, 
whom we saw last night at Mrs. Brassey's, did the 
ingenue wonderfull}'' well. Then we roared over Les 
Fourberies de Scapin, in which Coquelin is quite in- 
imitable. Had a little talk with Lord Granville, who 
agrees with us in not thinking Sarah Bernhardt so very 
wonderful, and told us Coquelin thinks Irving as tire- 


some as we do, but says we have one good actor in 
Charles Warner, now acting in Drink, a play that I 
have no wish to see. 

" July 4. — A real drive ! First with Nora to the 
Ladies' Dress Association Committee, which we have 
both joined, then mother to luncheon, and a long visit 
from an old Sotterley friend, Ellen Cundall. After- 
wards to a party at Lady Listowel's, where the Duke 
of Connaught presented me, very prettily, to the Duchess 
as ' one of our oldest friends.' She has a nice little 
face and pleasant manners. The Prince-elect of Bul- 
garia, Alexander of Battenberg, is a singularly good- 
looking man. Rainald went to the House to support 
Mr. Chaplin's motion for an inquiry into the causes of 
agricultural distress, which is indeed assuming alarming 
proportions. The incessant torrents of rain and extra- 
ordinarily low temperature have been most disastrous jjj 
to the country. Little hope remains of a good harvest, 
so sorely needed by the farmers after four bad seasons, 
and what the effect will be upon rents and elections it 
is impossible to foresee. It makes Rainald and me very 

These anxious forebodings, as Lady Knightley | 
remarks in the margin, were only too soon realised. 
After three weeks at Homburg, and a brief visit to 
Amsterdam, Haarlem, and the Hague, to explore the 
treasures of Dutch art in these fine old towns, Sir 
Rainald and Lady Knightley returned home to find a 
serious state of affairs. Five or six of the principal 
tenants gave up their farms, and all with one accord 
demanded large reductions of rent. The Fawsley 
estates, although considerable in extent, were already 
heavily mortgaged, and the rent-roll of some thirteen 
thousand a year represented a purely nominal income. 
It now became necessary to raise fresh sums to buy 
stock and employ bailiffs and labourers in order to 
farm the land given up by the different tenants. Lady 
Knightley set herself bravely to the task of practising 
needful economies, and the house in town, with the 
purchase of which she always reproached herself as a 

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personal self-indulgence, was immediately put in an 
agent's hands and eventually sold. The prospect of 
farming their own land interested her greatly, and she 
took up agriculture with the same zest which she 
showed in every other department of country life. 

" Fawsley, January 23, 1880. — I was occupied the 
whole morning in going over the Westcombe farm with 
Rainald and Waters (the agent), as we are going to take 
to it seriously and have engaged a bailiff at thirty shillings 
a week for himself and his wife. I shall delight in it, but 
I fear the heavy outlay required to put it in order will 
disgust Rainald. Its extent is 362 acres, of which 170 
are arable. We are to leave 40 acres fallow this year, 
in order to clean it, buy 25 beasts, a few cows and 10 
heifers, and a dozen cart-horses. Altogether, it is most 
interesting. But the sheep are dying by wholesale of 
' rot ' or fluke, the result of the wet season. 

" March 6. — I spent all the morning in walking over 
the farm with Waters, and settling various matters 
about turkeys, fowls, etc., and improving the dairy ! 
Fourteen horses are at work ploughing on the farm, 
including poor old Black Knight and the carriage 
horses that were bought when I married. The hedges 
have been trimmed, ditches cleaned, weeds burned, 
drains set in order, and on Monday we hope to begin 
putting in the beans . Happily, the weather is beautiful , 
and it is wonderful what it has done for the farm." 

In the midst of these new interests and anxieties 
came the startling news of a Dissolution, bringing with 
it the fear of a contested election. 

" March 9. — Rainald hunted from Thenford. I 
went farming, and watched the beans being put in with 
a drill and harrowing afterwards. When I came back I 
was startled by the news that Parliament was to be 
dissolved by the 24th. I do not think the Government 
could have chosen a better time, and hope and believe 
they will have a large majority, though I doubt if Dizzy's 
bombastic letter in to-day's Times will contribute much 
thereto. For ourselves, the next three weeks will be an 
anxious time, but I have every hope of escaping a 


contest, which would be ruin in the present state of |" 

" March 12. — I helpedcopyRainald's simple, straight- 
forward, manly address. He has burnt his boats now, 
but one can't run away with no enemy in view, and 
the only really formidable opponent, Bob Spencer, is not 
going to stand here, as he has come forward for the North 
division. It is impossible not to feel very anxious 
about this election ; humanly speaking, it seems as if 
the peace of Europe and the integrity of the Empire 
depended on the Conservatives gaining a decided 

" March 18. — We were greatly discomposed by the 
new^s that Sir Herewald Wake has convened a meeting 
at Northampton with a view to getting up a contest. 
It worried me all day. Nevertheless, fais ce que dots, . 
advienne que pourra ; and feeling as we do that the r 
welfare of England depends on this election, we are 
doing right in trying our best to keep this seat for the 
Government, and come what may, we will do our best." 

The threatened opposition fortunately collapsed, and 
on March 31 Sir Rainald and his old colleague, Major 
Cartwright, were duly returned members for South 
Northamptonshire. But this happy event was shortly 
followed by the loss of a large number of Conservative 
seats in all parts of the country. 

" April I . — I shall not soon forget my horror at this 
morning's papers. Fourteen seats lost by the balance of 
yesterday's elections, and it is quite clear that the 
current of public opinion is flowing as violently against 
the Conservative Government as it did against the 
Liberal one in 1874. It is a heavy blow, and a great 
encouragement to England's enemies. 

" Firlc, April 5. — Fifteen more seats lost yesterday ! 
Mr. Gladstone returned for Midlothian by 211, over 
Lord Dalkeith. It is all of a piece ; all comes of Dizzy's 
Reform Bill, putting the power in the hands of an un- 
educated, unreasoning mob. Bob Spencer is at the head 
of the poll in North Northants (well 1 anyhow, he can't 
stand for the South now !), and Edward Ridley is beaten 


in Northumberland. St. John has a majority of 114 in 
East Suffolk, but most of the county elections are going 
as badly as the boroughs, and Lord Yarmouth and Mr. 
Clare Read are both turned out — two of the safest seats 
in England, one would have thought. 

" April 24. — Mr. Gladstone has been sent for, after 
Lord Hartington and Lord Granville had been down, 
and has undertaken to form a ministry. His task, 
however, proceeds slowly. . . . The Radical element, 
hitherto conspicuous by its absence, is now represented 
by Mr. Chamberlain (Board of Trade). Mr. Fawcett 
(Postmaster-General — a marvellous triumph of mind 
over body), Sir Charles Dilke (Under-Secretary for 
Foreign Affairs), and Mr. Mundella (President of the 
Council). Rainald is very unhappy about it all, and 
frightened to death, he says. But one looks back at 
1832, and sees that the country has not yet 'gone to the 
dogs ' ; and one looks forward, and trusts for the future. 
But how any good Christian can get over Mr. Bradlaugh's 
return I cannot understand. Mr. Lowe said rather 
a good thing on being told of Monty Corry's peerage : 
' Ah, well ! people in all ages have had their favourites. 
Caligula made his horse a consul.' 

" 4 Grosvenor Crescent, June 29. — Nora Trevelyan and 
I went to look at a Rose show, and on to Brompton 
Cemetery, where she wished to visit her mother's grave. 
It seemed so quiet there under the trees and deep blue 
summer sky, carrying one away to another and a better 
world than this frantic London. Princess Christian 
came to tea, and asked me to take her a drive in the 
open carriage. We went to Marshall & Snelgrove's 
together, and she was ver}'- nice, as usual. Came home 
to a remarkably pleasant dinner — the Duke and Duchess 
of Somerset, Duke of Grafton, Clancartys, Hamiltons, 
Henleys, Trevelyans, Katherine Clive, Lady Lyveden, 
Bouveries, and Lord Strathnairn. All the old Whigs are 
terrified at the revolutionary measures proposed by the 
Government, and for the first time in iJiy life I am reall}' 
frightened at the mixture of tyranny and mob-worship ; 
while as to the Bradlaugh business, it seems a national 


defiance of God to support a man who makes his living 
by blasphemy. Rainald is miserable about it, and Mr. 
Gladstone now proposes to move a resolution allowing 
everybody to affirm, which he thinks a horrible national 
sin. My last rags of belief in Mr. Gladstone's religion 
are rapidly disappearing ! 

" July 26. — I had a small tea, at which Mr. Browning 
very kindly read some of his poems to about thirty-five 
of my friends. I do not think that he reads well, but 
everyone seemed to like it. . . . This wicked Irish Bill 
occupies everybody. It is not only the man in the street, 
but the woman at home, who talks about it. It seems 
regular confiscation, as Lord George Hamilton showed 
in his speech, which demolished Mr. Gladstone's figures 
in the most wonderful way. To-day, after a» busy 
morning at the British Museum, I went for a short time 
to the House, where Mr. Edward Clarke, the member 
for Plymouth, made an excellent speech. Harry Gage 
has a most significant w^hip for the Second Reading in 
the House of Lords, signed Somerset, Abercorn, Sligo, 
Dartrey, Aveland, Leconfield, Car^^sfort, Fitzwilliam, 
etc. The Lords are sure to throw it out, but the 
mischief is done by a responsible Government bringing in 
such a .measure. So ends our season — not a remarkable 
one as far as w^e are concerned, but as usual a very busy 
and interesting time. 

The Palace, Peterborough, July ly. — I came down 
here by a fast train from town and presided at a well- 
attended and highly amicable Diocesan Meeting of the 
G.F.S. We passed Diocesan by-laws, signed Central 
Rules, and transacted much business. Mrs. Magee 
entertained us all at luncheon, and afterwards it was 
refreshing to sit in the gardens and go to the Cathedral 
service, and I was much pleased with a recreation room 
for G.F.S. members in business, which Mrs. Magee has 
lately opened. The Bishop was most agreeable as usual, 
and showed me his curious collection of autographs, 
including a letter from Mr. Bright, in which he tries 
to explain his sneer about ' consecrated ground,' but 
ends up with saying: ' I don't believe in holy ground 

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any more than you do in holy water, and for the same 
reason — because there is nothing in it ! ' 

" Fawsley, July 31. — We came home after, I think, 
the longest unbroken absence we have ever had. It is 
triste to hear Rainald say he does not care about coming 
home ! The country looks green and luxuriant, and the 
crops are less laid than one might have expected, but 
there is a quantity of hay out still — a good deal of it ha? 
been damaged. 

" August 2. — A worritsome day ! In the first place, 
it opened with three hours' heavy rain, which entirely 
stopped all idea of hay-making. Then we had a long, 
tiresome interview with Waters, and, worst of all, in- 
spected his accounts, which reveal the melancholy 
fact that all the various remissions of rent and losses 
amount to ;^2200 for the half-year, which is a very 
j serious and heavy loss. No wonder my poor darling- 
is low and out of heart ! But we can but remember 
I how many people are worse off and how much we have 
to be thankful for. I was bus}' reading the Report on 
Education and looking into Hudibras, about which I 
knew nothing, but which has suddenly become in- 
teresting since I read in Lady Aylesford's book that 
a Knightley is supposed to be portrayed in one of the 
characters. It is so pleasant to have a little time to 

" August 13. — Glorious weather at last ! I walked 
round Shepherd's farm, where the hay is being carried 
fast. The Irish Land Bill was thrown out in the House 
of Lords by a majority of 130, and even if all the Con- 
servatives had sta3^ed away, the Government would 
have been beaten, as 63 Liberal peers voted against 
them. Rainald went to town yesterday to vote against 
the Burials Bill. I wonder how often he has done 
that ? But the parsons here are mad about it. I spent 
most of the afternoon with Val on the cricket ground, 
looking at a match between Fawsley and Towcester, 
which we won by 61 to 57. Dear Rainald returned. 
It is eleven years since the happy day when he asked 
me to be his wife, and he says he thought nice things 


of me in the train. God bless him ! There have been 
shadows over us, but never one between us. 

" August 24. — We spent the whole day — a most 
lovely one — in going to Julia Cartwright's wedding at 
Edgcotc. A very prett}'- one it was, in the nice old 
church that stands between her old and her new home. 
The whole population of the villages on the edge of the 
park turned out to see her married, and women and 
children of all ages stood and sat on the grassy sward 
to watch the wedding procession. Solemn and reverent 
it was, too, so unlike the last marriage I attended at 
St. George's, Hanover Square, where everyone talked 
and laughed during the service, and the careless, giddy 
behaviour of the bride and bridegroom filled one with 
gloom}' presentiments. To-day the bride's uncle, Dean 
Goulburn, read the service most impressively, and Mr. 
Scott Holland gave an address on the most approved 
Oxford lines, full of sweetness and light. But it was 
all very simple and touching. Dear Sophy Fremantle ^ 
was there, to my great pleasure, and Lord Cottesloe, 
sprightly as ever in spite of his eight}^ years, prepared 
to dance at his granddaughter's wedding, and Lord 
Midleton, who proposed the bride and bridegroom's 
health at the breakfast . I had pleasant talks with many 
people, as the long hours cast their shadows on the 
lawn, gay with tennis-players. I always think there 
is much of England's strength and solid goodness in 
the smaller country gentry, many of whom live round 
Edgcote,and were thereto-day. Certainly the Edgcote 
Cartw'rights themselves are fine specimens, both as 
regards intellect and goodness. It was a beautiful 
harvest day, and cutting was going on everywhere, 
although we saw the last loads of hay also being carried 
in the meadows near the Cherwell. There is good news 
from India, mercifully. ' Fighting Bobs ' has accom- 
plished his wonderful march from Cabul, and the mere 
news of his approach has caused Ayoob Khan to raise 
the siege of Candahar. A fortnight ago everyone was 

' Sophia, daughter ol Mr. Abel Smith of Woodhall, married Hon. Sir 
Charles Fremantlc, 1865. 


calling him mad for making such a desperate attempt, 
and now he has succeeded beyond all expectation. 

" Lindertis, Kirriemuir , October 12. — To-day we 
have had very bad news from home. Five more tenants 
have given notice, and Rainald is in despair. We had 
a long talk over our affairs. It is much better to face 
the worst and arrange to live within our means, even 
if we have to leave home for a while. But it is no 
disgrace, and it is not irreparable, as long as we have 
each other. Sufficient for the day is the evil thereof. 

" November 20. — The Queen has become patron of 
the G.F.S., to my great joy. We tried to hunt from 
Hellidon, but the ground is too hard, and we soon had 
to come home. There is every appearance of a long 
frost setting in. An admirable speech of Lord Salis- 
bury's about Ireland. It is inconceivable to me how 
people in this country can sit still as they do and look 
on at the reign of terror which prevails in that hapless 
country, while nothing is done. 

''December 31. — So ends another year. It has 
been in some respects a chequered one, yet how 
much one has to be thankful for. The prospects of 
this country, indeed, fill one with dismay. The state 
of things in Ireland would have been deemed, less than 
a year ago, utterly impossible and incredible." 


Lord Beaconsfield's Death — The Duke of 
Albany's Marriage 


Fortunately, the worst of the calamities which Sir 
Rainald and Lady Knightley anticipated at the close 
of 1880 were averted, in spite of the severe agricultural 
depression which affected them in common with other 
landowners during many years to come. They were 
able to live on at Fawsley and to spend the season in 
London, and did not find it necessary to alter their 
way of living in any important respect. 

In politics the Irish question began to assume grave 
proportions, and Lady Knightley's Journal reflects 
the indignation and disgust of the Conservative party 
at the failure of the Government to take more active 
measures to restore order in Ireland, or to deal with 
the obstructionists in Parliament. 

" January 19, 1881 . — A memorable day, seeing that 
we are pretty well snowed up. No post came in or 
went out. Val started to drive to Daventry, but could 
not get past the Badby gate and finally walked in, and 
returned this afternoon to report a total block between 
Weedon and Daventry. No trains have passed since 
midnight. An ineffectual attempt was made to convey 
bread to the soldiers at Weedon, and several sheep had 
to be dug out in the park. Our only communication 
with the outer world was a telegram from Mr. Laurie, 
advising Harry to put off his shooting party at Firle 

to-morrow, saying, ' All the railways are blocked. It 







has snowed all day, and now the moon is shining and 
the thermometer is down again at 20°.' 

" January 20. — The letters arrived at 11 a.m., and 
the newspapers, which came by second post, are full of 
this fearful snowstorm, which seems to have raged 
over the whole kingdom. The sun shone and the 
winter landscape was lovely — bright sun and perfect 
calm. We walked to the Level and saw our ninety-nine 
sheep being fed. What between the scarcity of sheep, 
owing to the rot of last year, and the difficulty of moving 
them, mutton is at a premium. . . . Sir Thomas Munro 
returned yesterday, to our great joy, for, as Rainald 
remarked, we are reduced very much to the position 
of bears sucking their own paws — not for bodily but 
for mental food. Luckily, most of us have plenty of 
fat to fall back on in the way of reading. I live chiefly 
with Oliver Cromwell in the Commons Journals, where 
the active Mr. Knightley's name appears on almost 
every page, till Pride's Purge excluded him from the 
House. In the present House of Commons the Irish 
Home Rulers are obstructing the introduction of the 
Coercion Bill, and the House sat from 4 p.m. on 
Tuesday to 2 p.m. on Thursday ! 

" Fawsley, February 2. — The sitting of the House 
of Commons, which began at 4 p.m. on Monday, was 
terminated at 9 a.m. this morning, after fortj^-one 
hours, by the Speaker putting the question for the 
introduction of Mr. Forster's Coercion Bill, for which 
Parliament met on January 6, whereupon the Irish 
members left the House in a body. It is laughable and 
yet serious enough. Rainald had to go to London to 
attend a meeting of the party at the Carlton to choose 
a successor for poor Fairfax Cartwright — the best of 
colleagues — whose death has been a sorrow to us all. 

" February 4. — More wonderful events than ever in 
the House. Thirty-six members, all Irish, suspended 
or broomed out b}^ the Serjeant-at-Arms ! After which, 
the orders placing new powers in the Speaker's hands 
were agreed to. Such a scene Rainald says he never 
saw, and I suppose never has been seen since Cromwell 



turned out the Long Parliament. He came home this 
evening with the satisfactory news that the country 
gentlemen have agreed to support Mr. Pickering Phipps, 
who has been unanimously chosen as Conservative 

" 4 Grosvcnor Crescent, February 21. — I came up for 
a lark, combined with G.F.S. Council, spent the whole 
day on tlie committee, dined with the old Duchess, and 
went to a charming party at Nora's. 

" February 22. — Again spent most of the daj'" at the 
G.F.S. Council, dined with Lord Leven, and went to 
parties at Polly Ridley's and Mrs. Brand's. I sat 
between Lord Reay and Sir Stafford Northcote, who 
was particularly pleasant. He lamented, as Lord 
Strathnairn does, the failure to establish concurrent 
endowment in Ireland, when the Irish Church was 
disestablished, and declares that Parnell was really 
hiding in London when supposed to be in Paris, and 
onlv crossed the Channel when Biggar and Dillon went 
to fetch him back, upon which some strong language 
ensued. He does not like the new rules himself, and 
declares that Lord Beaconsfield graveh'^ says, when 
asked a difficult question, that he shall look in Tancred. 
There was a great deal of snow in London, and it was 
bitterl}' cold, but I enjoyed the change after our quiet 
life here. 

" Firle, April 7. — We came here j^esterday from 
home. So ends another winter, the dullest we have 
ever spent. Rainald feels deeply the bad spirit shown 
among the tenants, who have been on the estate so 
many years. The east wind still rages, and Dizzj' is 
very ill. But I delight in the change to this country, 
so different from Northamptonshire, and the forms of 
the Downs are a delight. 

" April 19. — At midday we heard of Lord Beacons- 
field's death early this morning. Certainly he was a great 
man in many wa5''s,and few such careers are on record. 
. . . We met Lady Roberts, Bobs' mother, a cheery- little 
old lady, who said her son was all the better for his 
double voyage to the Cape, but deeply disgusted, as 


well he may be, with this horrid peace and the cession 
of the Transvaal . And we hear, on very good authority, 
that Lord Beaconsfield's last words were, ' Are there 
any more disasters in the Gazette ? ' 

" 4 Grosvenor Crescent, Sunday, May i. — I went to 
Westminster Abbey, which was crowded with a dense 
congregation, listening with rapt interest to an intel- 
lectual treat — a dissertation by Dean Stanley on Lord 
Beaconsfield. He selected a curious text : Judg. xvi. 
30 : ' So the dead which he slew at his death were more 
than they which he slew in his life.' All the way 
through he coupled him with Gladstone, calling them 
the Great Twin Brethren. And I sat on the altar steps, 
at the foot of one of the columns, with the statues of 
the mightier rivals, Pitt and Fox, facing me, and listening 
to a magnificent anthem on King David, composed by 
Handel and finished by Goss, which had never been 
performed since the death of Wellington. 

" Sir William Eraser told Rainald to-day that, when 
he entered Parliament in 1852, he asked Dizzy what 
he should take up. He recommended India as a 
coming subject, and added, ' Don't meddle with reform 
— we shall see great social changes within the next 
few years ' ; evidently showing that so far back as that 
he meditated to some extent the course which he after- 
wards took. 

" May 4. — We went to a most amusing party at 
Lady Airlie's, full of Radicals. Mr. Gladstone was 
there, but we did not speak to him, as Rainald said 
that after calling him, as he had done that afternoon 
at Kettering, in words once applied to Bolingbroke, 
' that magnificent but malignant genius,' he could not 
go up and shake hands ! Lord Dufferin was also 
there, en route from St. Petersburg to Constantinople; 
Sir William Harcourt, full of his usual sledge-hammer 
chaff; Sir Henry James and Mr. Bright, who talked to 
Rainald some time, saying the Land Bill was the only 
thing to prevent a general strike against rent, and his 
scheme of peasant-proprietorship the only thing to 
save the landlords. He has a very fine head and not 


at all a bad expression, which is more than can be said 
for ' Historicus.' He was very flattering to Rainald, 
telline; him that if he made one of his racy little speeches 
on the Bill, it would have a great effect and be the best 
thing he could do for his order. The Duke of Somerset 
told us a charming story of Carlyle, who came to give 
evidence before a Committee to inquire into the manage- 
ment of the British Museum, of which he was chairman. 
' I believe, Mr. Carlyle,' he began, ' that you make con- 
siderable use of this reading-room. Could you give 
us anv suggestions for improving the arrangements?' 
' My Lord,' replied Carlyle, ' the function of man is to go 
into Chaos and make it Kosmos.' ' I think, Mr. Carlyle,' 
said the Duke, * we will leave Chaos and Kosmos for the 
present, and perhaps you will be so good as to tell us 
whether, when you ask for a book, you get it.' 

" The political events of the week have been, first, 
the attempted assassination of President Garfield ; 
secondly, the Duke of Argyll's most able speech, 
exposing in masterly fashion the injustice of the Land 
Bill, which has made a deep impression on all parties. 
Sir R. Cross told me he never saw a man so angry as 
Gladstone was that evening. 

''June I. — A long day. Went to Buckingham 
Palace to see Princess Christian, and ^^dth her and Lady 
Marian Alford to a Domestic Economy Congress meeting; 
brought her back to luncheon with Emmy Hamilton, 
Louisa Gordon, and Mr. Leveson, after which I drove 
with Nora and took her to a Derby tea at Mrs. Lloyd's. 
Iroquois, an American horse, won. We dined with 
Lady Lyveden, and went on to a pleasant party at Lady 
Salisbury's, where I was introduced to Sir Richard 
Temple, the author of India in 1880, and about the 
ugliest man whom I ever saw. But he is clever and 
agreeable, and I am pleased at the testimony he bears 
to the success of missions in India, which people are 
so ready to decry. 

" July 16. — We had a most delightful drive to 
Wimbledon on Lord Tollemache's coach, taking with 
us Princess Mary's two nice boys. We came in for the 


Lords and Commons match, and had tea with ' my 
beautiful lady,' Lady Brownlow, whose manners are 
as pretty as herself, which is saying a great deal. We 
met the Crown Prince of Germany to-night at Ishbel 
Aberdeen's, and Princess Frederica at Londonderry 
House. I was presented to her, and induc'ed her to 
come to our bazaar for the Ladies' Guild. She is 
curiously like the old Royal Family, and very gracious 
and pleasing. Last night we went to a party given 
by the Spencers at South Kensington Museum, where 
were all the world and his wife, including the King of 
the Sandwich Islands, who walked about arm in arm 
with the Princess of Wales. The courts were lighted 
with electric light, which has a peculiar and not very 
becoming effect." 

The summer was spent at Fawsley, where, in spite 
of another wet season, Lady Knightley found farming 
a most engrossing occupation. Visits to the Duke of 
Grafton at Euston, to Lord Penrhyn in North Wales, 
and to the Deanery at Worcester were paid in the 
course of the autumn, and the year ended with the 
usual Christmas family party and amateur theatricals. 

The Duke of Albany's marriage was one of the chief 
events of the following winter. Lady Knightley was 
staying at the Bishop's Palace at Peterborough, to 
address a large gathering of G.F.S. Associates, when 
the news of the Prince's happy engagement reached her. 

" The Palace, Peterborough, November 23. — I 
was greatly pleased with letters from the Duchess of 
Roxburghe and Mr. Collins, written by desire of the 
Queen and Prince Leopold, to announce the latter 's 
► betrothal to the Princess Helene of Waldeck. May 
God bless his marriage, and give the dear boy every 
happiness. It was kind of the Queen to remember me. 

" 4 Grosvenor Crescent, February 28, 1882. — I was 
much pleased with a pretty letter from the Duke of 
Albany, talking of old days and proposing that I 
should be one of the Duchess's honorary ladies-in- 
waiting. It is a pretty, gracious compliment to an 
old friend, and will please mother. I sat all day on 


the G.F.S. Council, held in our new office in Victoria 
Street. Mrs. Townsend announced her resignation, 
which fills us all with despair. 

" March 2. — We were much shocked and horrified by 
the news of the attempt to shoot the Queen, which, thank 
God, did not succeed — to lose her would indeed be a cal- 
amity — and deeply disgusted to hear Bradlaugh had been 
returned again by a majority of 108. As Rainald says, 
it is enough to bring down a judgment on the country. 

" Fawsley, March 7. — Sir vStafford has again carried 
his resolution to prevent Bradlaugh from taking his 
seat. The count}^ magistrates are all desperately 
excited by Lord Spencer's proposal to add farmers and 
shopkeepers to the list of magistrates, a pureh'- election- 
eering move on his part to secure Bobby's seat. They 
have protested violently, but he will do it all the 
same. I took a long farming walk. We are thrashing 
oats at Bull's Hill, which turn out much better than 
we expected — five quarters to the acre. Thirty-seven 
chickens out of fift}^ eggs have been hatched by the 
new incubator — better luck next time ! The weather 
is heavenly. 1 never saw so early a spring. The 
hedges are bursting into leaf in every direction, elder 
and honeysuckle leaves have been out ages, the hazel 
catkins are nearly over, while the palm will certainly 
not last till Palm Sunday. Elms, ribes, mezerea are 
in full bloom, daffodils, hepaticas, celandines, primroses, 
marsh-marigolds, hellebore, and dog-mercury are all 
flowering, and to-day I actually saw a yellow butterfly. 
One cannot be too thankful for such a mild winter, and 
after the last three one really enjoys it. 

" 4 Grosvenor Crescent, April 19. — To-day was 
the first anniversary of Lord Beaconsfield's death. 
Quantities of people are walking about with primrose 
buttonholes to commemorate the day. I utterly decline. 
The Queen called it ' his favourite flower,' but I cannot 
stand this identification of the most simple and beautiful 
of flowers with one so artificial and stilted. 

" April 26. — An amusing day. Off early to Windsor 
to be presented to my new mistress, accompanied by 


Mrs. Bourke, who went down for the same purpose. I 
was really taken with the Httle I saw of Princess Helen. 
She is tall, with a good figure, and natural, engaging 
manners, not in the least stiff, very nice to her mother, 
and apparently very much in love. Prince Leo, poor 
boy, is very lame. We saw all the presents, and were 
amused by Mr. Gladstone's gift of his own book. 
Gleanings from Past Years, not at all particularly well 
bound ! Our first bit of waiting was to attend an 
audience, at which the Mayor and Corporation pre- 
sented their bracelet ; they looked such quaint relics 
of olden times with their robes and wigs, etc. Then 
we sat down to a Household luncheon in the Waterloo 
Chamber, and found several old friends, Count Secken- 
dorf, Mr. Sahl, etc. The King and Queen of the Nether- 
lands arrived soon afterwards, and I returned to London. 
I must record that for the first, and I hope the last, time 

I saw an English lady smoking — Lady S M , and 

of all places at Windsor ! I was struck by Lady 
Charlotte .Schreiber stopping me when I said, ' I wish,' 
and saying, ' No, my dear, don't wish for anything. God 
knows best.' How true it is ! 

" April 27. — It would be useless to try and describe 
the striking and stately ceremonial of to-day's Royal 
marriage, especially as the newspapers will do it much 
better than I can, but I own to having greatly enjoyed 
being present. It is so rare in these prosaic days to 
see anything of real grandeur, and to-day, with the 
trumpets and heralds and processions, the gorgeous 
dresses and trains of the Royal Princesses, and all the 
beauty and chivalry of England assembled in that grand 
old chapel, the whole thing seemed like a page of past 
history. The Queen was very gracious and winning, 
and with the grey hairs under her diamond crown 
appealed more strongly than ever to my feelings of 
loyalty. The bridegroom was very nervous, but walked 
better than I expected, and the bride looked very nice, 
and made her responses in the clearest of voices. The 
venerable Archbishop ^ gave a simple and impressive 

1 Dr. A. C. Tait, who died in the following December. 


address, while the democratic age we live in was, to 
my mind, personified in Mr. Joseph Chamberlain, the 
acknowledged Republican, who would probably like, 
if he could, to sweep it all away. We went down and 
returned by special train, after luncheon in the Waterloo 

" April 29. — Mrs. Townsend came to luncheon and 
urged Rainald very strongly and persuasively to consent 
to my election as President of the G.F.S. in her place, 
this being the unanimous wish of the Council, as well 
as her own. But he says ' No,' quite decidedly, so my 
path is clear. I afterwards went to the British Museum, 
and hunted out all I could find about Edmund Knightley, 
who seems to have been a busy lawyer, and once got 
himself put into the Fleet Prison. Much excitement in 
the political world at the news that Lord Spencer 
succeeds Lord Cowper in Ireland, which is looked upon 
as a new departure in Irish polic}-. I was sorry to hear 
of the young Princess of Wiirtemberg's death. She 
was sister to the Duchess of Albany, and it is a sad 
blow for her in these early days of her wedded life. 
I had been wondering how they would spend their first 
Sunday, little thinking it would be in tears ! 

" Sunday, May 7. — I don't think I was ever more 
shocked in my life than, on coming down this morning, 
to learn from the Observer of the assassination of Lord 
Frederick Cavendish, who was only appointed on 
Thursday to succeed Mr. Forster, and his Under- 
Secretary, Mr. Burke, which took place yesterdaj^ 
evening in the Phoenix Park, Dublin. London is 
literally aghast. As to poor Lucy, my heart aches for 
her, and my thoughts go back to our time together at 
Osborne in 1864. May God comfort her, for no one else 
can. I went out on business in the morning, but could 
not get this dreadful news out of my head. I wonder 
how Mr. Gladstone feels now, at this result of his 
policy ? 

" May 8. — I spent a long morning at the British 
Museum, and a long afternoon at home, receiving an 
endless stream of visitors, and ended by going to a 

1882] " JOHN INGLESANT" 353 

party at Lady Jersey's. And still this awestruck 
feeling prevails, and there is a rising tide of indignation 
against the Government which in the event of a dis- 
solution would make it go hard with them. But how 
are the Conservatives, if they did come in, to quench 
the flames which have been so recklessly fanned ? If 
I live to be a hundred, I shall never forget these days 
in London. 

" May 1 1 . — The day was taken up with the Drawing- 
room, at which Lady Southampton presented me on my 
appointment. It seemed so funny to be presented for 
the third time, but I had the entree, which is an immense 
advantage, and was pleased at the very cordial reception 
which the Queen gave me. We dined with the Clerks, 
where I sat between Lord Hertford and Sir George 
Warrender, both of whom were most agreeable ; and 
went on to Mrs, Davenport's, and talked to Mr. W. H. 
Smith and Sir Richard Cross, who are both very un- 
happy at the alarming state of affairs in Egypt. 

" May 21. — Last night we dined with the Bishop of 
Winchester, and I sat between Mr, Heywood Sumner, 
a grandson of the old Bishop's, an artist and etcher, 
and altogether a very pleasant and uncommon person, 
and Lord Selborne, who talked a great deal about 
the new romance, John Inglesant, which has been making 
such a sensation. He thinks it a very remarkable book, 
but Liddon condemns it as savouring of agnosticism, 
others say of Jesuitry. Lady Strangford was also 
there, and Prince Ghika, the Roumanian Minister, with 
his wife. I talked to him about the land question. 
He is all for the metayer system, as opposed to peasant 
proprietorship, and introduced it on his own estates, 
where it was very popular until political intrigues 
forced another system on the peasants. We were both 
very sad at hearing a bad account of the Duke of 

" Sunday, May 21. — Alas ! even as I wrote these 
words, that true Christian and English gentleman 
entered into his rest. I cannot sum up his character 
better than in his sister Lady Penrhyn's words to me 

354 DUKE OF GRAFTON'S DEATH [chap.xxvi 

last autumn : ' Euston never thinks whether he likes 
a thing or not ; if it is right it has to be done, if it is wrong 
it has got to be let alone.' No man will be more deeply 
and universally lamented, especially in Northampton- 
shire, and Rainald's devotion to him has always been 
quite touching. I went to St. Paul's, Knightsbridge, 
this afternoon, and afterwards to Mrs. Munro's, where 
I met the Duke of Bedford, who told me that he and 
the Dukes of Sutherland and Argyll have all received 
threatening letters warning them that their houses will 
be blown up within the next three months, and one of 
his own agents in Bedfordshire has been warned that 
he will be shot. Such are the results of leaving crime 
unpunished ! Yet half the world believes in Mr. Glad- 
stone's policy, and Lucy Cavendish telegraphs her con- 
gratulations to the Radical who has won the contest for 
her husband's seat. I cannot understand it ! They 
can't be all either knaves or fools, but talking to them 
on the Irish question has become quite impossible. 
Never since 1832 have parties been so bitterly divided. 
Meanwhile, Egyptian affairs drift, and no one knows 
what will happen there. 

" July II. — The day was heralded by the news of 
the bombardment of the forts at Alexandria by our 
ships. It is the necessary result of the Government 
policy, as expressed by Lord Granville's, * We must 
dawdle a little,' last February, but when once guns are 
fired in the East, one never knows where it will end. 
At night to Lady Margaret Beaumont's, where I talked 
a good deal to Lord Houghton's daughter, Mrs. Fitz- 
gerald, who has just come from Alexandria, where she 
was an actual eye-witness of the horrors of June 1 1 . 

" July 12. — I went to see Ristori in Lady Macbeth. 
She was atrociousl}^ supported, and played in English, 
which she cannot speak well ; but her gestures, walk, 
and, above all, her countenance with its extraordinary 
variety of expression are beyond all praise. She is a 
great actress and still an extremely handsome woman. 
Afterwards to Lad^^ Waterford's, where Lord Salisbury 
and vSir Stafford were chuckling over Sir Wilfrid Lawson's 


speech to-night, in which he said that if zve (the Con- 
servatives) had bombarded Alexandria, the Prime 
Minister would have stopped his train at every wayside 
station to denounce the wickedness of the Tory Govern- 

" July 13. — We went to Christie's for the last part 
of the Hamilton sale. I am in despair to think that that 
charming lounge has come to an end ! To-day there 
were tapestries, miniatures, china, an immense variety 
of beautiful oddments ; and the money these things fetch 
is incredible! I should not like to give it, I must say. In 
the afternoon to a garden-party at Marlborough House, 
which I enjoyed as much as I always do. Nowhere else 
does one meet such a collection of distinguished men 
of every kind. Everyone was talking of the terrible 
news from Alexandria, which Arabi has given over to 
fire and pillage. The last rumour is that the Khedive 
and Dervish Pasha are both dead. It seemed such an 
awful contrast to think of these horrible scenes in the 
midst of that ga}' and brilliant assembly. And where 
it will all end, no human being can tell. 

" Jttly 14. — Mother and I had a most successful ex- 
pedition to -Claremont, and spent two hours very 
agreeably with these nice 3'oung people. She is a lively, 
merry, natural girl of twenty,//^ an extremely pleasant man 
of the world, and all he said pleased me greatly. There 
were only us four, no gSne, and I really enjoyed it. It 
is a good house, with pictures of Princess Charlotte 
all over the place, a wonderful Indian carpet, brought 
home by Lord Clive, and a lovely garden laid out by 
Capability Brown. The Duke and Duchess were very 
full of the Queen of Roumania's poems. Carmen S3dva 
is her nom- de-plume. She was Princess Elizabeth of 
Wied, and Prince Leo said, used to be so like me. We 
came back to find better news from Alexandria, the 
Khedive safe and order being restored. Chauncy Cart- 
wright, who was charge d'affaires at Cairo in Sir 
Edward Malet's absence through illness, seems to have 
done remarkably well. The Times says we are to send 
troops. Mr. Bright has resigned, but most people, except 

356 HOMBURG [chap, xxvi 

the extreme radicals, approve of what the Government has 
done. I am sorry, however, to see a tendency springing 
up to wish to take Egypt. Prince Leopold, Nora, and 
the St. James's Gazette are representatives of the more 
intelligent part of the community, and they all lean 
that way. 

''July 22. — In the afternoon we went to Holland 
House, where the public made very merry over Mr. 
Childers' mistake of a million in the vote of credit to be 
asked for on Monday. If it had only been six million ! 
But the parallel is curiously exact, only Lord Beacons- 
field saved Constantinople, and Mr. Gladstone has 
destroyed Alexandria." 

The next few weeks were spent at Homburg, which 
Lady Knightley describes as being given over to a 
crowd of third-rate English and Americans, in spite 
of the presence of H.R.H. the Prince of Wales and 
occasional visits from the Princess and her children who 
came over from Wiebaden. The progress of our troops 
in Egypt was anxiously watched, the Government, 
Lady Knightle}^ remarks, doing every single thing 
which they denounced the late Government for doing, 
using Cyprus, bringing over our Indian troops, and 
making India pay for it. 

" Homburg, Kisseliff Strasse, September 3. — The 
foreigners here all laugh in one's face if one saj^s we 
shall not keep Egypt. I was amused with Sir George 
Bowen who, on someone saying, ' Wh}^ appoint that 
Irish fellow, Sir Garnet Wolseley, why not Sir F. 
Roberts?' replied, 'Why, he is an Irishman too, so 
with the exception of Lord Lome are everyone of your 
Colonial Governor?. You won't let Irishmen govern 
themselves at home, but you can't stop their governing 
English subjects all over the world ! ' He amused me 
with a ton mot of Gambetta's who, in speaking of the 
Revolution of 1848 and its origin in a public dinner, 
said it might be described as a ' revolution a la four- 
chette.' Mrs. Herbert, who is at the Windsor, tells me a 
very curious thing, that accidentally this year, through 
-3 servant, she became fiware that a house in the best part 


of London, occupied by a rich merchant, was the head- 
quarters of a secret society, as many as twenty men 
sleeping there at night, and being gone again in the 
morning. Among them were the murderers of Lord 
Frederick Cavendish and Mr. Burke, who spent a 
month in London early in the year. She informed the 
detectives of her suspicions, but was told the house had 
been on their list a long time, but they could do nothing. 
Yesterday (September 2) was the anniversary of Sedan, 
but beyond a few flags and a potpourri of patriotic music 
in the evening there were no manifestations. Only 
the ticket clerk at the station overwhelmed me with a 
torrent of German, saying there would shortly be 
another war with France, much worse than the last, 
adding that he had himself been a prisoner in 1870." 

The return journey by Lady Knightley's favourite 
town of Brussels afforded an opportunity for a visit to 
the field of Waterloo, which she had always wished to 

" Hotel de Flandre, Brussels, September 6. — We 
managed an expedition to Waterloo, going by train to 
Braine-la-Leude,and thence by omnibus to the centre of 
the field. Discarding all guides, we at once walked off 
to Hougomont, which is to me the most interesting 
place of all, since it was in the orchard there that my 
dear father was wounded. The farmhouse looked so 
quiet and peaceful, one could hardly believe that round 
it had waged the great battle on which the fate of 
Europe hung. The worthy fermihre showed us the 
orchard with its loop-holed wall and the chapel where 
the fire, which burnt down the Chateau on that eventful 
day, stopped at the foot of the crucifix on the altar — 
a curious incidence which the peasants naturally hold 
to be a miracle. Then we tramped over the wet fields 
where the fury of the battle waged, looking in the 
damp mist very much as they must have done on that 
day. On the spot where the Prince of Orange fell, a 
large Belgian lion has been erected on the top of a huge 
mound, which alters the character of the place a good 
deal We returned to Brussels at four, and visited the 

358 DR. MAGEE [chap, xxvi 

Palais d'Arenberg (the present Duke is the nephew of 
our Prince Antoine), which is interesting as having been 
once inhabited by Count Egmont, and has a good 
portrait of Roscius by Rubens, and several other 
Flemish pictures." 

A series of G.F.S. meetings in different parts of the 
diocese filled much of Lady Knightley's time this 
autumn, and she thoroughly enjoyed a visit to Stoke 
Edith Park for the Hereford musical festival. 

" Fawsley, November lo. — Rainald had to go up to 
town for a final division on the cldture, in which we were 
beat by 44. I hardly like to think how fateful a division 
it is — freedom of debate, our ancient privilege gone for 
ever ! The country little understands what is happen- 
ing. All the rest of us, Cartwrights, i\ldersons, Magees, 
etc., went in much pomp and state to Daventry, to 
attend the Bishop's visitation and conference. Most 
interesting it was, a real visitation, in which the case of 
each parish was carefully gone into. The Bishop gave 
an address, in which he summed up the statistics of the 
sixty parishes in four Rural Deaneries, cited to attend at 
this centre. He rejoiced that there were now only 
seven out of the sixty in which Holy Communion was 
celebrated less than once a month. I wish this were 
not one of them. At the conference which followed, 
the Bishop emphasised the importance of more definitely 
organised lay-help, and said he hoped to bring a scheme 
for aiding this before the diocese shortly. He was 
very pleasant as usual, talking a great deal of North- 
hampton, where Bradlaugh had really been the cause of 
much good in bringing churchmen together. One new 
church he ascribed wholly to this spirit, while he ascribed 
much of the mischief to the terrible neglect in two large 
parishes for twenty-five years. One of his stories 
anmsed me, which Bishop Wilberforce himself told him. 
In his first visitation he put this question to the church- 
wardens : ' Is there an^^thing you have to complain of 
in the walk and carriage of your minister ? ' The 
answer, in a number of instances, was, * He don't keep 
a carriage.' Here is another of Mr. Gladstone, which 


was told him by a German professor who, dining there, 
got into an argument with Mr. G. and held his own. 
Upon which Mrs. Gladstone passed down a paper to him 
with the words : ' Please change the subject ; we never 
allow Mr. G. to be contradicted here.' 

" November 24. — To-day there is a very clever, 
dashing speech b}^ Lord Salisbury, in which he speaks of 
Mr. Gladstone as one who ' keeps the word of promise 
to our ear, and breaks it to our hope,' and then adds : 
' You know of what kind of beings that was said.' 
The passage (from Macbeth) runs thus : 

' And be there juggling fiends no more believed, 
That palter with us in a double sense, 
That keep the word of promise to our ear, 
And break it to our hope.' 

The worst of it is, half the world won't know the 
context, or realise the cleverness and bitterness of the 

" 4 Grosvenor Crescent, December 4 (for the last 
time !). — I was very busy making the final arrange- 
ments for moving furniture and giving up this house, 
which is really sold. I am heartily glad, for I am sure 
it is right, and will be a considerable economy. I went 
with Rainald to the Carlton, to see the Queen open the 
Law Courts. Pall Mall was hung with flags and lined 
with troops, and lit up with Queen's weather, as the 
Royal procession went b}^ with an escort of Life Guards. 
At night, to the Monday Pop, which I had not done for 
years. Joachim played in a quartette of Beethoven 
quite splendidly. x\nd now I am going to bed for the 
last time in this house. Thank God for many happy 
hours in it ! 

" Claremont, Esher, December 5. — We came down 
here and spent a very pleasant evening with the Duke 
and Duchess of Albany and Mr. and Mrs. Collins. 
They are most kind and friendly. Prince Leo entirely 
confirms the stor}^ of Mr. Gladstone's proffered resigna- 
tion last summer, which we heard at Homburg, and 
which Lord Folkestone blurted out, indiscreetly enough. 

36o AT WINDSOR [chap, xxvi 

at Salisbury. He thinks it quite likely that he will 
shortly resign, if his colleagues will consent. 

" Windsor Castle, December 6. — The Duke went off 
early to Salisbury, and Rainald later to Firle. How I 
wish he were here ! I spent the day very pleasantly 
with the Duchess— all she says is so thoroughly good 
and sensible, — came on here this afternoon, and dined 
with the Household, always a grand and stately 
business. 1 enjoy it all the more from feeling free and 
independent, in a way I did not when here as a girl. 
Lady Abercromby, Miss St op ford, Miss Paget, Lord 
Dalhousie, Mr. (Bill) Carington, Sir John M'Neill, Sir 
John Cowell, etc., here. 

" Windsor Castle, December 7. — A snowy day, but 
I can't imagine a more delightful place to pass it in ! 
I spent most of the morning with the Maids of Honour 
in that ever enchanting hbrary, where I found Sir 
John Eliot's letter-book with many letters to T. 
Knightley, who was tutor to his sons at Oxford. After 
an investiture of the Bath, which my Duchess did not 
attend, I stole down to service at St. George's, where 
we had a lovely anthem, ' How lovely are the feet.' 
We dined with the Queen, and had the Itahan Am- 
bassador and Madame Menabrea, Lord and Lady 
Selborne and Sir William and Lady Harcourt, and some 
of the Household— sixteen in all. Sir William Harcourt 
amused me by calling Rainald ' the stormy petrel of 
debate,' saying ' that he never spoke except when there 
was really some mischief up,' adding, ' he always tells 
me that he has great difficulty in making up his mind 
which of the two Governments is the biggest set of 
scoundrels ! ' I could not help thinking of what 
Dizzy once said of Sir William himself : ' He is sure to 
get on, he has an historic name, a commanding presence, 
considerable talent, and no principle ! ' 

" December 8. — I walked with my Duchess in the 
morning, and drove with her after luncheon in one of 
these delicious phaetons with postilions and a pair of 
white ponies, which, if I were a swell, I would certainly 
set up ! Besides, I found time to go and see the Albert 


Memorial Chapel, which is all inlaid with fine coloured 
marbles. We dined with the Queen, who was kinder 
and more gracious to me than ever. Captain Edwards 
of the Mounted Infantry, who was wounded at Kassas- 
sin, was the only stranger. Prince Leo returned from 
attending Archbishop Tait's funeral, and I had some 
interesting talk with him. He has greatly improved 
in his politics, and takes a thoughtful and intelligent 
interest in great questions. He told me a witty remark 
made by a French statesman apropos of the Emperor 
and Empress of Austria : * Ce n'est pas la un menage, 
c'est un manege.' Terrible accounts of snow all over 
the country, trains blocked, telegraphic communica- 
tion interrupted, etc.; and in the city, one of the 
biggest fires ever known. 

" Claridge Hotel, Easter Monday, March 26, 1883. — 
On Maundy Thursday I was startled by a telegram 
from the Duchess of Albany, asking me to her baby's 
christening at Windsor on Monday, so I made an early 
start from home, leaving the dear place looking lovely 
in the bright sunshine, and caught the special at Pad- 
dington at 12.10. I travelled down with the Duchess 
of Roxburghe and Mrs. Moreton, and after waiting in 
the Red Drawing-room some minutes, we were all shown 
to our places in the private chapel, where the Queen 
and Royal Family were already assembled. The new 
Archbishop, Dr. Benson, performed the ceremony 
beautifully — he has such a fine head and spiritual face 
— and the Queen gave the names, Alice Mary Victoria 
Augusta Pauline, in her usual clear, distinct voice. 
Poor little mite ! God bless her and make her grow up 
good and happy. Afterwards we were all received in 
the Red Drawing-room, the Queen being obliged to sit 
in a wheel-chair, owing to a sprain, and Prince Leopold 
was on crutches, but looked bright and happy. I had 
no particular conversation with any of them, except- 
ing that the Prince of Wales talked of Ireland, and said 
how wonderfully well Lord Spencer had done there ; 
and I was introduced to the Archbishop, who seemed 
very pleasant. After luncheon we returned to town, 


THE COURT OF RUSSIA [chap, xxvi 

and Lady Emma Osborne told me in the train that she 
had just come back from Russia, where the Court is 
beginning to amuse itself, but that several arrests had 
been lately made among the upper classes, which pro- 
duces an uncomfortable feeling, and shows that the 
mischief is still going on." 




Carlton House Terrace and Claremont 


" 4 Carlton House Terrace, May 3. — Yesterday we took 
possession of this beautiful house, which we have 
rented for ten weeks, and where we shall hardly 
know ourselves. The view from the windows is some- 
thing to remember all one's life, embracing as it does 
the Abbe}'- and Houses of Parliament, St. Margaret's 
and Whitehall. On one side one looks down the Mall 
to Buckingham Palace, and on the other we catch 
sight of St. Paul's and of distant hills, and from our 
balcony at night we see the full moon rising above the 
towers of Westminster. This afternoon I went to 
Lowther Lodge, where the usual embarras of pretty 
things was to be seen, and at night to the House of 
Commons, where the Affirmation Bill was thrown out 
by three votes (292-289) amidst the greatest excitement. 
I thought our men would never have done cheering. 
Thank God indeed ! I can never forget that scene. 
The Radicals met us coming out of the lobby, and as 
one recognised one face after another my heart sank, 
and Mrs. Gladstone, who sat next me, said, ' It will be 
better than we expected.' But a rumour flew along 
our benches before the tellers appeared and the cheer- 
ing began, and when at last one saw the paper in Mr. 
Rowland Winn's hand, "one could sa}^ from the bottom 
of one's heart, ' Thank God ! ' I was puzzled at 
seeing the Conservatives remain in their places, instead 
of pouring out, as they usually do after a division, but 

found afterwards that Rainald had warned them that 


364 CARLTON HOUSE TERRACE [chap, xxvii 

Bradlaugh might come and take the oath after every 
one was gone, so they waited till he had left, for the 
Speaker told us the other day that he would have no 
power to stop him. For Bradlaugh himself had been 
in the House, under the Strangers' Gallery, all the 
time. It was curious to watch his face while speaker 
after speaker said every sort of thing about him, he 
being muzzled and unable to answer. When it was 
over Lady Salisbury, who was sitting by me in the 
Speaker's Gallery, turned to Mrs. Gladstone and said, 
' Now you know in your heart of hearts you are as 
glad as we are. We've got you out of a very nasty 
difficultj^ and deprived ourselves of a capital election 
cry.' But Mrs. Gladstone did not seem to see it, and 
I should think she saw it still less this afternoon, when 
the Government were beat by io6 in a full house, on 
attempting to support Mr. Labouchere's endeavour to 
shelve Sir Stafford's resolution to prevent Mr. Bradlaugh 
taking the oath. 

A4ay 5. — In the evening we went to Lady Salis- 
bury's, where Rainald employed himself in chaffing 
all the Radicals he could lay his hands upon, and asking 
them if they did not think it required a double-first 
man like Gladstone to turn a minority of 3 into one 
of 106 within twenty-four hours. It just shows what 
their men do when they are left free to act according to 
their convictions. Mr. Beresford Hope was full of his 
little joke that the Liberals held their dinner at the 
Aquarium because they were jelly-fish. Altogether 
an amusing evening. 

" May 29. — A very long day ! We began by the 
trooping of the Colour, a brilliant and beautiful sight 
in this sunny weather. Then I went to luncheon with 
Mrs. Jeune to meet Princess Christian, who was her own 
most charming and agreeable self. But I am unhappy 
at her account of the Queen, who has never thoroughly 
got over her accident in the spring. She says the Duke 
of Albany was most anxious to go to Canada, and is 
much disappointed at Lord Lansdowne's appointment. 
It is hard, when so few careers are open to him. We 


dined with Mr. Petre,and I sat by Lord Greville whom I 
found pleasant and light in hand, although tremendously 
Radical. He told me that Mr. Gladstone's advice to 
speakers was : ' Never learn your speech by heart, ex- 
cept perhaps the peroration, but divide your subject into 
two or three heads and talk to yourself first about one, 
then another, and so on, out walking, or whenever you 
are alone.' On to the Queen's ball, where the electric 
light used in the ballroom for the first time made it much 
cooler. I have seldom seen more beauty, beginning 
with the Princess of Wales, Lady Dudley, Lady 
Garvagh, Lady De Clifford, etc. Well may Lord Dufferin, 
just returned from the East, exclaim, ' I do feel proud 
of my country-women.' Sir Hussey Vivian amused me 
by repeating the letter which Disraeli wrote to the 
Duke of Marlborough when Sir Ivor Guest wanted to 
be made a peer : 

" ' My dear Duke, nothing would give me greater 
pleasure than to place a coronet on the brow of dear 
Cornelia, but What has he done ? ' Characteristic. 

" Thursday, June 28. — This was quite the most 
successful thing in the way of Society which we have 
ever done — an exhibition of amateur sketches and work 
for the Ladies' Guild. I was hard at work all Tuesday 
arranging the pretty things that had been sent me — a 
really beautiful collection : sketches m India by Sir 
Richard Temple, by Miss Gordon-Cumming all over the 
world, clever sketches in Russia and Austria by General 
Crealock, a dehcious little book of Scottish sketches by 
Mrs. Ellice, water-colour drawings by all manner of 
people — the Duke of Argyll, Louisa Lady Waterford, 
Mr. Clifford Harrison, Mr. Lutyens, etc. ; lovely old 
embroideries lent by Mrs. Alfred Morison, Mrs. Denison, 
Lady Edward Cavendish, and Lady Margaret Majendie, 
besides the work of the Enghsh and Irish Working 
Ladies' Guild. I sent out 600 cards, and in the course 
of the two afternoons an enormous number of people 
came, and enough smart people to please even Rainald ! 
It has been hard work, but it succeeded, and has done 
the Working Guilds real good, I hope. I went out 

366 CARLTON HOUSE TERRACE [chap, xxvii 

driving for a little air each morning, and to parties at 
Lady Margaret Beaumont's where were the Christians, 
and Mrs. Oppenheim's where I met Prince Leo. My 
Duchess has been laid up but is recovering, and he 
seemed bright and cheerful. On Wednesday we went 
to the Queen's concert, and on Thursday to Lady Mole- 
worth's where we met the Connaughts — a kind of party 
I have not been at for j'-ears, very smart, very stiff, and 
very dull ! Came home to see a splendid storm from 
my lovely balcony, the vivid flashes lighting up the 
Abbey and the Park trees most beautifully, and then the 
rain came rushing up. 

" Saturday, June 30. — To-night we went to Lady 
Brand's, to meet the Prince and Princess of Wales — 
a brilliant and beautiful party on the terraces. It w^as 
a perfect summer's night and the lights were reflected 
in the water below. I walked about with Mr. Forster, 
whom I always like, and Sir Charles Dilke joined us. 
What would Val say ? However, Lord Salisbury's 
daughter, Lady Maud Cecil, marries Lord Wolmer, the 
Lord Chancellor's son, which will shock him still 

" July 4. — We spent the afternoon at the Fisheries, 
the International show which has excited such a sensa- 
tion ; met John Hamilton for the first time since poor 
Emmy's death. He looks very sad, and misses her 
terribly. Afterwards I spent a delightful hour with 
that charming old lady, Mrs. Duncan Stewart, in her 
Sloane Street house. She is full of life and intellect, 
and strikes me as the very picture of happj'- old age. 
Her career, as Mr. Augustus Hare has lately told me, 
seems to have been a most varied one. A Miss Gore, 
left an orphan early and brought up in a convent at 
Rouen, she afterwards lived with her guardian at Havre, 
where Washington Irving and his brother were both 
madly in love with her. However, she married neither 
of them, nor Lord Cecil Gordon, whom she liked, but 
whom her guardian sternly discouraged. Mr. Duncan 
Stewart, whom she did marry, was a rich Liverpool 
merchant of a strictly Presbyterian family, who was 



shocked at her French notions. On his death she was 
left very poor, with ten children to educate. She 
became intimate with the Disraelis, who were very fond 
of her, and her daughter was Lady-in- Waiting to the 
Queen of Hanover, and lived with her at the Court at 
Herrenhausen.i To an amusing party at Mrs.Tennant's, 
whom we met at Birnam years ago, and whose beautiful 
daughters Millais painted. Coquelin recited — his face 
is a comedy in itself — and Soria sang beautifully as he 
always does, and Oscar Wilde was amusing to contem- 
plate with his curling locks, black stock, turned-back 
cuffs, and bunch of seals. Altogether a new world. 
I met him again at Mrs. Jeune's afterwards. There I 
found a strange mixture — Lady Brownlow, Lady Pem- 
broke, Lady Jersey, Mr. Greenwood, Hamilton Aide, 
the Bancrofts, etc. 

" July 6. — To the G.F.S. Council in the morning, 
and to tea at Nora's. I rejoiced in a quiet evening, 
while they were debating Women's Suffrage in the 
House. We were beaten by 14 — no large majority, but 
the matter does not gain ground. Only about 19 
Conservatives voted with us. The rest of the 114 
were chiefly ultra-Radicals. I begin to doubt if it 
will ever become law in my time. I called on Lady 
Dorothy Nevill, who is always amusing. She has taken 
up with Mr. Chamberlain now, vice Dizzy deceased, 
and told me what an atrocious speech he had been 
making, advocating universal suffrage." 

Visits to Rushton, Mr. Clarke-Thornhill's fine old 
place in Northamptonshire, to Lady Willoughby 
d'Eresby at Grimsthorpe, and to Lamington, Tullyallan, 
and Lindertis were Lady Knightley's only diversion this 
autumn. In November she addressed several meetings 
of the G.F.S. , and inaugurated a new branch at Finedon, 
where she stayed with Mrs. Mackworth Dolben, in the 
historic old Manor House of the Dolben family. A visit 
from Mr. Augustus Hare was among the chief events 
of the winter. 

^ Mrs. Duncan Stewart died in the following winter, and her Recollections 
were afterwards published. 

368 CARLTON HOUSE TERRACE [chap, xxvii 

''January 8, 1884. — Mr. Hare is certainly a very 
pleasant guest. He gives no sort of trouble, amuses 
himself in the library all the morning, and us all with 
accounts of his travels and ghost stories. Here are two 
good ones which he has just told us : Sir Thomas Watson 
once travelled from Euston with a 3^oung lady, who told 
him that she was go'ng to Ulverstoke to meet her 
fiance and be married there the next day. But at 
Rugby, to his surprise, she declared she had seen her 
lover on the platform, and that he had begged her to 
get out . The same thing happened at Stafford , and when 
at Crewe she told Sir Thomas that the same thing 
happened again, and, seeing her ^<7wc^ calling her to join 
him, she jumped out of the train. Another girl got in 
and took her place, and was killed in a railway accident 
which happened just afterwards. The other was about 
Lady Gwendoline Talbot, Marchesa Borghese, appearing 
after her death to one of her old pensioners who had gone 
to pray at her tomb in extreme distress at her pension 
having been stopped. She gave her a ring and told her 
to take it to her son, the Marchese, which the old woman 
did. It turned out to be a famous Borghese jewel 
which had been buried with the dead Marchesa." 

But the most noteworthy record of Mr. Hare's visit 
is the following description of Fawsley and its inmates, 
which appeared in his Story of My Life a few years 
afterwards : 

" Fawsley, January 8, 1884. — I came here from 
Lichfield to find a very large party in this large and 
most comfortable house with a hall of Henry viii.'s time. 
Sir Rainald Knightley, its owner, is a splendid type of 
an English countr}'' gentleman, very Conservative, very 
courteous, very clever, and devoted to country sports 
and interests, which alternates with the politics in 
which his more serious moments are spent. The only 
blemish on his perfectly happy married life with Miss 
Bowater — who enters into all his pursuits, whether 
duties or pleasures, politics, country business, hunting, 
etc. — is that they have no children. He is surrounded 
by cousins, Charleses and Valentines, repeating in 

1 8 84] AT CLAREMONT 369 

actual life the man}^ Charleses and Valentines whose 
portraits hang on the walls, and to whom there are 
monuments in the fine old church near the house. In 
the autumn, rheumatism takes him to Homburg, but he 
refuses to learn German — 'the grinding, guttural 
gibberish of the garrulous Goth.' 

" The parish has a population of 58, and there is 
only one service on Sundays, performed by a cousin, 
who is in Orders. It is alternately in the morning and 
afternoon, the difference being that the morning service 
begins at noon, and the afternoon service at a quarter- 

" Mr. Charles Knightley drove me to Canons Ashby, 
the beautiful and romantic old place of the impoverished 
and eccentric Sir Henry Dryden. I thought it looked 
. like the background of a novel, and afterwards 
found that it was the background of Sir Charles 

" Lady Knightle}^ took me to Shuckburgh, a pretty 
old place. When Charles i. was going to the battle of 
Edgehill, he met the Sir Richard Shuckburgh of that day, 
merrily going out hunting. He had never heard that 
there was a civil war going on — such was the paucity of 
political news ! But he turned about and followed the 
king into the battle, and was wounded there. At the 
beginning of this century a daughter of the house became 
engaged to be married to an officer quartered at Weedon, 
a mesalliance to which her famil}^ greatly objected. At 
last she was induced to break it off. But the officer 
persuaded her to grant him one last interview in a 
summer-house at the back of the hill that he might 
give her back her letters. He gave her the letters with 
one hand, while with the other he shot her dead, and 
then shot himself." 

" Claremont, Esher, March 18. — I left home with 
great regret, travelling up with Rainald, and came on 
here to find only the Duchess, who, poor little woman, 
is shortly expecting a second child, and Mrs. Snow, 
mother of the Doctor's wife, Mrs. Royle. The Duke of 
Albany is at Cannes. The Queen telegraphs to me this 

370 CARLTON HOUSE TERRACE [chap, xxvii 

evening, begging me to write every few days and let 
her know how H.R.H. is. 

" March 21 . — Life here passes very quietly, but not 
at all disagreeably. I drive out every morning with the 
Duchess. The country round Claremont is very pretty, 
with wild, breezy commons and many Scotch firs. The 
grounds are lovely, with long grassy glades and masses 
of rhododendrons and a great number of firs of rare 
varieties. It seeins the place was originally built b}'- 
Sir John Vanbrugh ; then the grounds were laid out for 
the Duke of Newcastle, the minister, then Lord Clive 
bought it and built the present house, and had the 
grounds laid out by Capability Brown, whose real name 
was Lancelot. There is a mausoleum to Princess Char- 
lotte in the gardens, and a miniature fort made by the 
Orleans princes when they were here. One day the 
Rector of Esher came to talk * boarding-out ' with the 
Duchess, as she is anxious to try the experiment. 
Another day a Mrs. Willis, who is devoted to farming, 
came to luncheon, and we spent an improving afternoon 
on the Home Farm. The Duchess seems to me ver^'- 
amiable, with plenty of good sound common sense and 
the best intentions, but does not seem to care much for 
reading. What she really likes, and does extremely 
well, is needlework. The little girl is a great darling. 
The Queen seems very anxious to have the Duke back 
from Cannes, saying she needs his help and advice in 
public affairs, especially the alarming situation of Egypt. 
She has telegraphed to him : ' vSituation very critical, 
Gladstone ill, affairs in Egypt most difficult.' I hope he 
will return. 

" March 26. — A few lines to record the remainder of 
my visit. On Sunday Mrs. Snow and I walked to Esher 
Church, the spire of which has been familiar to me for 
so many years from Richmond Park. On Monda}'^ we 
made a pleasant expedition to the lovely little church 
of Stoke d'Abernon, which has a very fine brass of 1277 
to Sir John d'Abernon, and some curious monuments to 
the Norburys and Vincents. It is all beautifully kept 
and close to the ' squarsonage,' a large house with a 


handsome hall standing close to the river Mole. At tea, 
Princess Frederica of Hanover drove over from Hampton 
Court and stayed some time. She was certainly born to 
be an empress, she has such stately, gracious manners. 
Yesterday Princess Beatrice came to luncheon with Lady 
Biddulph and Mile Norele. The old servant who came 
with them told Batten, what touched me very much, 
that he remembered perfectly the Prince Consort saying 
to my father, as he took leave of Prince Leopold when 
they were starting for Cannes, ' You'll take care of 
the boy, won't you ? ' My father answered, ' I will, sir, 
as if he were my own.' And within six months both 
were dead. In the evening Princess Louise and Lord 
Lome came to dine and sleep, and both made themselves 
very agreeable. * Dear me,' she said as we came down 
to dinner, ' it seems so odd to come to Leopold's house 
and see Leopold's child ! ' I have been reading aloud 
to the Duchess Lord Macaulay's Essays on Lord 
Chatham, and now this morning before I left the Duke 
writes : ' I am so glad you are reading Macaulay's Essays, 
I am so fond of them.' And he sends me a charming 
message, rejoicing to think I am here and wishing he 
were with us. The Duchess told me how fond he always 
was of me, and that I was the first person outside his 
own family of whom he spoke to her, even before their 
engagement. He has never lorgotten that winter at 
Cannes, when we were thrown so much together, and I 
felt so sorry for the poor fatherless boy away from 
iiome and mother and sisters. The Duchess told me all 
the details oi their engagement, how he came to call on 
her mother, the Princess of Waldeck, at Soden, and how 
afterwards they met for two or three days at Frankfurt, 
soon after which it was all settled. I have really enjoyed 
my visit to Claremont very much, but was delighted 
to speed home and get back to my darling husband, 
after one of our longest separations." 

Lady Knightley returned to Fawsley, as we see, 
on Wednesday, March 26. Three days afterwards she 
heard of the Duke of Albany's sudden death. 

" Saturday, March 29. — Ah me ! how little I thought 

372 DUKE OF ALBANY'S DEATH [chap, xxvii 

when I described Claremont and the life there how 
soon it was all to be plunged in the deepest sorrow ! 
The sudden death of the Duke of Albany at Cannes 
yesterday, Friday, at 2 a.m., was the awful news which 
greeted me this morning. God help that poor young 
widow and her fatherless baby 1 He alone can, I feel 
quite overwhelmed ; having been there so lately, one 
realises it all so vividl}^ My mind goes back and back 
to the time at Cannes, and I think of the many tokens 
of faithful friendship since, and of the poor Duchess's 
affectionate words last Wednesday. Alas ! I can think 
of nothing else. 

" April 4. — All the details in the papers are most 
touching. I am thankful to have a fair account of the 
Duchess from Mrs. Snow this morning. Much to our 
surprise, Rainald has received orders to attend the 
funeral at Windsor, and went off to town this morning. 
I got out many of Prince Leo's pretty childish letters 
and read them over again with a sad heart. 

" Saturday, April 5. — All day long my thoughts 
were at Windsor. It seems too melancholy to think 
of that mournful pageant on the very spot where, two 
short years ago, the joyous marriage ceremonial took 
place 1 Thank God there is a world beyond the grave. 

" Claremont, Esher, May 8. — I left Rainald (I am 
always leaving him now) to come down here to my 
poor Duchess. The contrast between my last visit, 
when all was joyful expectation, and now is most 
melancholy, but the dear Duchess herself is so brave, 
so touching in her unselfish resignation, that it is less 
painful than I expected. Princess Christian too is here, 
which is of course a great pleasure to me. 

" May 10. — To-day the Queen came over from 
Windsor with Princess Beatrice, Princess Alice's husband, 
the Grand Duke Louis of Hesse, and her second daughter. 
Princess Ella (Elizabeth of Hesse), who is quite beautiful, 
and is going to be married next month to the Grand 
Duke Sergius of Russia. I have never seen the Queen 
since the christening at Windsor, in March last year, 
and she struck me as being a good deal changed. They 


are all terribly worried at the Grand Duke Louis having 
contracted a so-called morganatic marriage with the 
divorced wife of a Russian diplomatist, and this while 
the Queen was at Darmstadt, on the very evening of 
his eldest daughter's marriage to Prince Louis of Batten- 
burg ! What makes it seem all the worse is, that just at 
this moment the letters of his late wife, Princess Alice, 
which are so full of love and devotion for him, are being 
published. Princess Christian, who has edited and trans- 
lated them, gave me a copy of the book to-night. As 
for the dear Duchess, she is too touching in her grief, 
so natural and unaffected, and often very cheerful, 
full of firm faith and patient, gentle, unmurmuring 
resignation. Above all, she lives and talks of her lost 
husband and of their brief spell of happy wedded life 
in the spirit of the beautiful lines : 

' 'Tis better to have loved and lost ! 

Than never to have loved at all.' 

The weather is simply heavenly — an ideal May day. 

" May 14. — A trying day for the Duchess, as Captain 
Perceval, in whose arms the Duke died, came to see 
her. Alec Yorke was here too. How little I thought 
we should first meet here in such sad circumstances. 
Princess Louise and Lady Sophia Macnamara came down 
from tow^n this afternoon. Poor Princess Louise ! No 
one loved Prince Leo better, and to no one is he a 
greater loss. Yesterday we had Major Waller, and 
to-day Mile Nor^le, to whom I talked a good deal. I 
drove this afternoon with Princess Christian. I must 
say one always begins again with her exactly where one 
left off ! 

" 4 Carlton House Terrace, May 27. — The whole day 
was taken up with receiving Princess Christian and the 
Duchess of Albany, who drove up from Claremont to 
see the Duchess of Cambridge, and had luncheon here, 
after which Princess Christian drove with me and we 
left the Duchess to rest. There is something very 
taking about her, and all my heart goes out to her in 
her widowhood and loneliness. 

374 DUKE OF ALBANY'S DEATH [chap, xxvii 

" July 25. — I went to the garden-party at Marl- 
borough House, which was a good deal spoilt by the 
cold, dull weather. But I had a nice little talk with the 
Crown Prince of Germany, whose manners are as charm- 
ing as ever, and who never forgets our meeting on the 
way to Primkenau. To-day he talked chiefly about the 
Duke of Albany, with real feeling and affection." 

■ •••••• 

The death of Prince Leopold, with whom Lady 
Knightley had been so closely associated in her youth, 
naturally moved her deeply, recalling as it did the 
great crisis of her early life, the death of her own father, 
and the sad winter at Cannes which she spent in the 
young Prince's company. The friendship which she 
formed at this time with her widowed mistress lasted to 
the end of her life, and the Duchess of Albany was her 
guest at Fawsley only ten days before her own death, 
twenty-nine years afterwards. 

The ten following years (1884-94) were strenuous 
ones for Lady Knightley. Politics absorbed more and 
more of her time. Gordon's ill-fated expedition to 
Khartoum, the struggle for Home Rule, and the founda- 
tion of the Primrose League became prominent topics 
in her Journals. In the autumn of 1885, and again 
in the following summer, Sir Rainald was called upon 
to contest two hard-fought elections, and on both occa- 
sions his supporters and opponents alike recognised 
that his success was largely due to his wife's eloquence 
and popularity. When, at the dissolution of 1892, he 
finally took leave of his constituents, Lad}^ Knightley 
had the satisfaction of seeing her husband's long parlia- 
mentary career crowned by a peerage. Two years later 
Lord and Lady Knightley celebrated their silver wedding, 
a fitting culmination to their singularly happy married 
life. But six months after this Lord Knightley 
had a paralytic stroke, and although he lived till the 
end of the year, he never fully recovered his former 
powers of body or mind. He died at Fawsley on the 
19th of December 1895, to his wife's deep and lasting 
regret. But her strong faith and courage bore her 

Lady Knightley of Fawsley. 

[ To face f>. 374. 

191 3] LATER YEARS 375 

safely through the dark days of early widowhood, and 
she went back to work with fresh hope and ardour. 

During the eighteen years of life that remained to 
her, Lady Knightley devoted herself more and more 
zealously to the good works of which she had been so 
long the moving spirit, while at the same time she found 
new channels for her untiring energy and benevolence. 
Her labours in the cause of British Emigration and of 
South African Colonisation are too recent and too 
widely known to need further description. In spite 
of trials and loneliness, she retained her power of enjoy- 
ment to the last. The Journals of these closing years 
are in some ways more full of variety and interest — even 
livelier and more amusing than the records of her 
earlier days. They abound in animated descriptions 
of public events and political controversies, of pleasant 
expeditions to Baireuth and Rome, and more distant 
journeys to South Africa and Greece, and of still happier 
months spent in the dear-loved home which, fortunately 
for her and for her dependants, she was never called to 

When Lady Knightley died, in September 191 3, after 
a few days' illness, she was deeply lamented by a wide 
circle of relations and friends, who had felt the enduring 
spell of her goodness and charm. The unknown thou- 
sands whose lives she had helped to brighten by her 
unwearied efforts, the women and girls to whose welfare 
her activities had been more especially devoted, joined 
in paying her memor^'^ the same tribute. Their love 
and gratitude is to find permanent expression in the 
church which will soon be raised as a memorial to Lady 
Knightley at Regina, in the province of Saskatchewan, 
Canada, and which will be dedicated to St. Peter, in 
remembrance of the London church where her own 
wedding took place, and where she had so often listened 
to Bishop Wilkinson's sermons. So her name will live, 
alike in these far regions of Britain-beyond-the-seas 
and in the pleasant fields and familiar places of her old 
Northamptonshire home, v/here in days to come many 
will rise up and call her blessed. 


A Chronicle of Events kept by Thomas Lane, merchant, born at 
Tettenhall, Staffordshire, October 25, 17 14, and great-grandfather 
of Lady Knightley. He went out to India as a young man, married 
Hannah Sanders at Bombay on September 19, 1750, returned from 
India in 1752, and went to his home in Staffordshire, where he began 
to write this record. 

1753. This year my daughter, Louisa Lane, was born, on 

October 1 1 . 
1755. This year I moved to Stepney, and my son Thomas went 

to India. 
1764. This year I went to live in Bedford Row, and dyed mv 

dear, good mother. 
1767. This year I purchased Cheshunt House. 
1 77 1. My son Henry left me for China. 
1777. My son Richard left me for India, and died the same year 

in Bengal. 

1779. This year I left Cheshunt and sold my house, and Miss 
Lane was married to George Edward Hawkins. 

1780. This year was born Louisa Hawkins, on November 30, 
and baptized at St. George's, Hanover Square. 

178 1. This year I went to Ford Hook, and my son Henry came 

home from China. 

1783. This year I left Bedford Row, and went to live in George 

Street, and dyed my dear wife. George Hawkins died 
at Acton, Middlesex, on September 29, aged thirty-two. 
His daughter, Laura Hawkins, was born in George Street 
on October 28, and baptized at Ealing Church. 

1784. This year I rented a house at Hampton Court. 

1785. This year was married my daughter, Louisa Hawkins, 

to Captain Bowater, on August 3 1 . 
1787. This year was born my Bowater grandson, on July 13, 

and baptized by the name of Edward at St. James's 

1789. This year my son Henry returned from China. 
1795. This year I surrendered the agency of the Ponsborne to 

my son Harry. 

Mr. Thomas Lane died in September 1796, and was buried by 
the side of his wife in the vault of Abbots Langley Church, Herts. 
His grandson, Edward Bowater, continued the Chronicle as follows : 

1794. This year, aged seven, I went to Warfield School, under 
Dr. Faithfull. 



1796. This year died my excellent grandfather, Mr. Lane, 

aged eighty-three. 
1798. This year I went to Harrow School, under Dr. Drury. 

1803. This year my sister, Laura Hawkins, married Sir Matthew 

White Ridley, Bart., on August 12. 

1804. This year I entered the 3rd Regiment of Guards. Sarah 

Ridley was born. 

1806. This vear my sister, Louisa Hawkins, married Captain 

H. W. Wheatley. 

1807. This year I went with the expedition to Copenhagen 

under Lord Cathcart. Georgiana Wheatley was born. 

1808. This year 1, Edward Bowater, embarked for Spain under 

General Sherbroke, and sailed for Cadiz and Lisbon. 

1809. I was wounded at the battle of Talavera, appointed 

Lieutenant and Captain, and returned to England. 

1 8 10. This year I was appointed A.D.C. to General Turner by 

the Duke of Clarence. 

18 12. Laura Maria Wheatley was born. I returned to Spain, 

and was present at the battle of Salamanca and taking 
of Madrid. 

18 1 3. This year I was present at the battle of Vittoria and 

siege of S. Sebastian, and entered France, etc. General 
Bowater, my good uncle, died, aged seventy-two. 

1 8 14. This year I was present at the siege of Bayonne and taking 

of Bordeaux, appointed Captain and Lieut.- Colonel, 
returned to England and was sent to the Army at 
Brussels. Mary Wheatley was born. 

18 1 5. This year I was wounded at the battle of Waterloo, and 

received a year's pay and a medal for it, and entered 

1816. I returned to England with a part of the Army. 
1818. Sophia Wheatley was born. 

1823. This year I was sent to Dublin with my regiment. 

1826. This year I went to Portugal under Sir William Clinton, 

and was appointed Major and Colonel. 

1827. I remained in Portugal in command of the 2nd Battalion 

of Guards. 

1828. This year I returned to England with the Army. 

1829. My dear father, Admiral Bowater, died, aged seventy-six. 

1830. I went to Dublin with my battalion. 

1832. This year I was appointed Equerry to the King. 

1835. My kind, good mother, Mrs. Bowater, died, aged eighty-two. 

1836. This year I was appointed Lieut.-Colonel of the 3rd 

Guards, and died my kind brother, Sir Matthew Ridley. 

1837. This year I was appointed Major-General and Kt. Com- 

mander ; died my kind master. King William iv. 

1838. This year I proposed to Emilia Mary Barne on the 22nd 


1839. This year I married my dearest wife, Emilia Mary Barne, 

on the 22nd May. 
1840 This year died my niece Laura Wheatley, and I was 
appointed Equerry to H.R.H. Prince Albert. 

1 84 1. Her Majesty gave me the Lodge in Richmond Park. 

1842. This year was born my daughter, Louisa Mary Bowater, 

on April 25. 
1845. This year died my niece Cecilia, wife of Matthew White 
Ridley, April 2. 


1846. This year I was appointed Groom-in-Waiting to H.M. 

and Colonel of the 49th Regiment. 
1849. This year died my niece, Alice Barne. 

1852. This year died my kind brother-in-law, Major-General Sir 

Henry Wheatley, G.C.H., C.B., aged seventy-four. 

1853. This year died my old schoolfellow and brother-officer, 

my kind friend and companion, Lord Charles Townsend. 

1854. This year died my old friend Lord Colborne and his wife, 

a great loss to me. 
1858. This year died my very dear sister, Louisa Wheatley, ever 
most kind and affectionate, on April i, aged seventy- 
seven ; and on December 1 1 my good mother-in-law, 
Mrs. Mary Barne, aged ninety-three. 

Three years after this last entry, General Sir Edward Bowater 
died at Cannes, on December 14, 1861, and the record was continued 
by his daughter, Louisa. 

i860. This year died my father's old and valued friend, the 
Duke of Richmond, on December 14. 

1 86 1. This year died my beloved father, aged seventy- four, and 

on the same day, within five hours, the Prince Consort, 
aged forty- two. 

1862. We left the Lodge in Richmond Park, which was given by 

Her Majesty to Colonel Liddell, and on his resigning it, 
given back to my mother. 

1864. This year died my cousin Edith Barne, aged nineteen, on 

January 1 1 , during my v^sit to Osborne ; also my cousin 
Sarah Cookson, aged sixty ; my Aunt Laura, Lady 
Ridley, on July 23, aged eighty-one; and my cousin, 
Georgiana Wheatley, aged fifty-seven. 

1865. This year I went to stay at Balmoral. 

1866. I went to Windsor and Chveden. 

1868. My dear and good cousin Mr. Newdegate, and my cousin. 

General Sir William Ridley, both died, on January 21 
and November 27. I went to Frogmore and to Germany, 
in July and September, with H.R.H. Princess Christian. 

1869. On October 20, I was married to my dear husband, 

Rainald Knightley, at St. Peter's, Eaton Square. 


Abbot, Mr., 135. 

Abercromby, Lady, at Windsor 
Castle, 360. 

Aberdeen, 90. 

Aberdeen, Ishbel, 331. 

Aberdeen, Lord, 263. 

Abergeldie, 90, 94. 

Aboyne, 90, 102. 

Adderley, Sir Charles, his Unsea- 
worthy Shipping Bill, 273. 

Adderley, Mrs., 134. 

Ad stone, 297. 

Affirmation Bill, 363. 

Afiric, 265. 

Africa, South, Bill, 316. 

Agricultural distress, causes of, 336. 

Agricultural Holdings Bill, 280. 

Agricultural labourers' strike, 228. 

Agricultural Labourers' Union, 
notice from the, 240. 

Aide, Hamilton, 244, 367. 

Airey, General, 260. 

Airlie, Lady, her reception, 347. 

Alabama question, 94, 226, 227, 234. 

Albani, Mme, 280, 301. 

Albany, Count d', 302. 

Albany, Duchess of, her wedding, 
xvi, 351 ; death of her sister, 
352 ; at Claremont, 355 ; birth 
of a daughter, 361 ; death of her 
husband, xvi, 371 ; at Carlton 
House Terrace, 373 ; friendship 
with Lady Knightley, 374 ; at 
Fawsley, xvi, 374. 

Albany, H.R.H. Duke of, his en- 
gagement, 349 ; wedding, xvi, 
351 ; at Claremont, 355 ; at the 
christening of his daughter, 361 ; 
at Cannes, 369 ; his affection for 
Lady Knightley, 371 ; death, 
xvi, 371. See Leopold. 

Albany, Princess Alice of, her 
christening, 361. 

Albert Hall, 246. 

Albert Memorial Chapel, 361. 

Albert, H.R.H. Prince, his surprise 
visit to Sir E. Bowater, 23 ; 
illness and death, xv, 30 ; in- 

scription on his cairn, 93 ; his 

statue, 100 ; Life, 319. 
Alderson, Lady, at Hatfield, 185. 
Alexandra, H.R.H. Princess, her 

engagement, 40 ; arrival at Wind- 
sor, 48 ; appearance, 49 ; wedding, 

50. See Wales, Princess of. 
Alexandria, bombardment of, 354. 
Alford, Lady Marian, 348 ; at 

Castle Ashby, 194 ; at Euston, 

Alfred, H.R.H. Prince, at Osborne, 

32 ; his appearance, 32, 115 ; 

at Windsor Castle, 53 ; title of 

Duke of Edinburgh, 114. See 

Alice, H.R.H. Princess, at Windsor 

Castle, 25 ; her grief at the 

death of her father, 32. See 

Alington, Lady, at Crichel, 271. 
Alington, Lord, at Osterley Park, 

Alsace Lorraine ceded to Germany, 

Alsen, taken, 84. 
Althorp, 264 ; library, 264. 
Alt-na-Guisach, 93. 
Amanvilliers, 305. 
Amberley, Lord, 38, 42, 82. 
Ambulance lectures, course of, 

331 ; examination, 334. 
Amiens, 32. 
Andermatt, 220. 
Angerstein, Julia, 134 ; bridesmaid 

to Miss Bowater, 171. 
Angerstein, Mrs., her ball, i6fi. 
Annesley, Colonel, at Burghley 

House, 226 ; Ickworth, 252. 
Aosta, Duke and Duchess of, at 

Wimbledon, 138. 
Apponyi, Count, 126. 
Apsley House, ball at, 248. 
Arbury, 42, io6, 128, 139, 176, 

Aremberg, Prince d', 284. 
Arenberg, Palais d', 358. 
Arenberg, Prince, 303. 



Argyll, Duke of, 89 ; at Balmoral, 
90-103 ; his mode of reciting 
poetry, 99, loi ; at the marriage 
of Princess Helena, 126 ; Secre- 
tary for India, 163 ; at Lans- 
downe House, 247 ; member of 
the Metaphysical Society, 267 ; 
criticism on, 332 ; his speech on 
the Irish Land Bill, 348. 

Arnim, Count, his arrest, 271 ; 
trial, 272. 

Arnold, Addle, 152, 172. 

Art Embroideries Show, 324. 

Arthur, H.R.H. Prince, his appear- 
ance, 26 ; at Dover, 32 ; Windsor 
Castle, 49, 142 ; Osborne, 64, 
211 ; Balmoral, 92 ; expedition 
up Ben-na-Biurd, 98 ; at the 
marriage of Princess Helena, 
126 ; attends the Waverlej' Ball, 
220 ; at Sandringham, 223 ; at 
a party given by Lady Knightley, 

Arthur, Sir Frederick and Lady 

Elizabeth, at Knole Park, 201. 
Ascot races, 81, 261. 
Ashburton, Lady, at Euston, 269, 

Ashburton, Lord, 219. 
Ashley, Lady Edith, 263. 
Astley, 205. 
Astley, Colonel, 44. 
Astley, Thurlow, 139. 
Astwell Mill, 298. 
AthoU, Duchess of, 89 ; at Windsor 

Castle, 113, 141 ; Cliveden, 117; 

Osborne, 211. 
Atlay, Mr., 27. 
Augustenburg, Duke of, at Gotha, 

Augustenburg, Princess Augusta 

Victoria of, 148. 
Augustenburg, Princess Caroline of, 

Augustenburg, Prince Ernst Giin- 

ther, 148. 
Augustenburg, Princess Feodora 

Louise, 148. 
Austria, Empress of, at Easton 

Neston, 298 ; her appearance, 

Auvergne, M. le Prince de la Tour 

d', at Windsor Castle, 113. 
Aveland, Lord and Lady, 231. 
Avignon, 27. 
Avricourt, 285. 
Azeglio, Marquis d', 219. 

B , Captain, 44 ; his character, 

45 ; attentions to Miss Bowater, 
79-81 ; proposal of marriage, 85 ; 

illness, 235 ; meeting with Lady 

Knightley, 316. 
B , Sir R., his attentions to 

Miss Bowater, 80. 
Babelsberg, 153. 

Badby, 334 ; confirmation at, 191. 
Baden, 285. 
Bagot, Lord, 217 ; at Windsor 

Castle, 142, 144. 
Baird, Sir David and Lady, 104. 
Baker, Sir Samuel, 258, 275. 
Bakewell, 236 ; church, 237. 
Balkan War, 316. 
Ballochbuie, Forest of, 92, 93. 
Ballot Bill, 230, 232, 234. 
Balmoral, 90-102. 
Balston, Dr., Vicar of Bakewell, 

Banbury, 89, 251. 
Baring, Colonel, 139. 
Barker, Mr., his collection of 

objets de luxe, 259. 
Barncleuth, 250. 
Barne, Edith, her companionship 

with Louisa Bowater, 12 ; illness, 

36, 62 ; death, 70. 
Barne, Emilia Mary, her marriage, 

2. See Bowater, Lady. 
Barne, Frederick, at Sotterley, 12 ; 

at the wedding of his niece 

Louisa Bowater, 171, 172 ; his 

reminiscences of Old London, 

Barne, St. John, 12, 15, 25, 134, 
139 ; at the wedding of his cousin 
Louisa, 172 ; his marriage, 236 ^ 
note ; member for Suffolk, 296, 

Barne, Colonel Michael, 2. 
Barne, Philip, 12 ; death of his 

sister, 70. 
Barne, Mrs., her appearance, 3 ; 

at Toulouse, 3 ; death, 10. 
Barnes, Mr., his poems, 279. 
Barrington, Augusta, 289 ; at 

Somerlcy, 272. 
Barrington, Lady Caroline, at Wind- 
sor Castle, 25, 141 ; Osborne, 64, 

65 ; her return from Berlin, 114. 
Barrington, Dowager Lady, at 

Somerley, 272. 
Barrington, Lord, 217. 
Bartholomei, Herr, 284. 
Bartolozzi, Miss, 317. 
Bassano, Due de, at Wakefield 

Lodge. 321. 
Bath, Lady, 225. 
Bathurst, Evelyn, bridesmaid to 

Miss Bowater, 171. 
Battenberg, Prince Alexander of, 

Prince-elect of Bulgaria, 336. 




Battenberg, Prince Louis of, 146 

note, 283 fiote, 373. 
Battenberg, Princess Louis of, 146 

note, 283 note. 
Bauer, Fraulein, 67, 70, 120. 
Bazaine, Marshal, defeated at Grave- 

lotte, 205, 305. 
Beaconsfield, Lady, story of, 162. 
Beaconsfield, Lord, 311 ; his illness 
and death, 346 ; anniversary of 
his death, 350. See Disraeli. 
Beatrice, H.R.H. Princess, at Wind- 
sor Castle, 25, 53, 313 ; attack 
of whooping - cough, 117; at 
Cliveden, 117, 120; at the 
marriage of Princess Helena, 
126; at Claremont, 371. 
Beauly, 266. 
Beaumont, Lady Margaret, 190, 

196, 231, 246. 
Beaumont, Mr., 196, 231. 
Bedford, Duke of, receives a 

threatening letter, 354. 
Belgians, King Leopold, at the 
■ marriage of Princess Helena, j 
126, 127; his reception by Mr. 
Lowe, 230 ; at the Literary Fund 
dinner, 231. 
Belgians, Queen of the, at the 
marriage of Princess Helena, 126, 
Belgium, 281. 

Ben-na-Buird, 92, 97, 98, 102. 
Benson, Archbishop, at the christen- 
ing of Princess Alice of Albany, 
Bentinck, Baron, 74. 
Bentinck, Lord George, his letter 
on his resigning the leadership of 
the Conservative party, 174. 
Bentinck, George Cavendish, at 

Crichel, 271. 
Berlin, 152 ; Congress of, 324. 
Bernard, Montague, at Oxford, 278. 
Bernhardt, Sarah, 335. 
Bemstorff, Count, 126. 
Bemstortf, Countess, at Homburg, 

Besika Bay, 320. 
Beust, Count, at Highclere Castle, 


Biddulph, Lady, at Osborne, 67 ; 

Windsor Castle, 144. 

Biddulph, Lady Elizabeth, at Wake- 
field Lodge, 321. 

Biddulph, Sir Theodore, 128. 

Biddulph, Sir Thomas, at Osborne, 
64, 67 ; at Windsor Castle, 89, 

"3. 144- . . ^, 

Biggar, Mr., his motion in the 
House of Commons, 275. 

Bingham, Lady Cuckoo, 247. 

Bingham, Lord, at Crichel, 271. 

Birch, Arthur, 15, 59. 

Birk Hall, 94. 

Birmingham, 203. 

Bismarck, Prince, on the Treaty 
of 1867, 210 ; character of his 
policy, 274 ; his account of his 
interview with Thiers and Favre, 

Blair Atholl, 265. 

Blanc, Mont, 220, 317. 

Blandford, Lady, at Affric, 265. 

Blantyre Priory, ruins of, 250. 

Blisworth, 172. 

Blucher, Countess, at Osborne, 

64. 65. 

Booth, Sclater, Secretary of the 
Local Government Board, 257. 

Borough Franchise, debate on, 76. 

Bost, Mile, 148, 150. 

Bothwell, 250. 

Boucherett, Ayscoghe, 2. 

Boucherett, Harry, 78, 82 ; at the 
opera, no. 

Boucherett, Jessie, 129. 

Boucherett, Louisa, 129. 

Boulogne, 26. 

Bourbaki, General, 208. 

Bourke, Mrs., honorary lady-in- 
waiting to the Duchess of Albanj^ 


Bowater, Admiral, i, 2. 

Bowater, General Sir Edward, his 
birth, I ; at Harrow, i ; his 
schoolfellows, i ; military career, 
2, 6 ; marriage, 2 ; appointed 
Equerry to Prince Albert, 2 ; 
takes Prince Leopold abroad, 23 ; 
surprise visit from Prince Albert, 

24 ; journey to Cannes, 26-29 ; 
his illness and death, xv, 30 ; 
funeral, 31. 

Bowater, Lady, at Windsor Castle, 

25 ; death of her husband, 30 ; 
interview with Queen Victoria, 
33 ; at the wedding of her 
daughter Louisa, 172 ; at Faws- 
ley, 176, 204, 209, 272 ; Firle, 

Bowater, Louisa Mary, her birth, i ; 

j parents, 2 ; grandmother, 3 ; 

! commences her Journal, xiv, xviii, 
3 ; at a ball at Buckingham 

I Palace, 4, 81, 135 ; her mode of 
life, 4 ; German governess, 4 ; 
visit to France, 5 ; strict bringing 
up, 5 ; present at the review of 
the Guards, 7 ; at the theatre, 
8 ; at Sotterley, 9. 23, 39. 128, 
139-141, 161 ; death of her 



grandmother, lo ; her cousins, 
12 ; first ball, 14 ; her con- 
nections the Ridleys, 15 ; at 
the National Rifle Association 
meeting, 17, 60, 138 ; the 
Crystal Palace, 17 ; first London 
season, 19 ; her appearance, xiv, 
19 ; presentation at Court, 20 ; 
at a concert at Buckingham 
Palace, 21 ; at Harrow speech 
day, 22 ; leaves Sotterley, 23 ; 
at Windsor Castle, 25, 11 3-1 17 ; 
Paris, 26 ; Avignon, 27 ; Vidau- 
ban, 28 ; Cannes, xv, 29-32 ; 
death of her father, 30 ; at 
Osborne, 32-35, 145 ; interview 
with Queen Victoria, 33 ; her 
home at Richmond Park, 36, 40 ; 
presents from the Royal Family, 
36 ; at the International Ex- 
hibition, 37 ; at Arbury, 42-45, 
106, 128, 139 ; present at the 
wedding of the Prince of Wales, 
47-52 ; proposals of marriage, 
54, 63, 79, 85, 108 ; attends a 
Drawing-room, 55, 76, 104 ; at 
the Guildhall, 56 ; the opera, 
57, no, 137; the Guards' ball, 
58 ; Hampton Court, 62, 78 ; 
Dunwich, 62 ; invited to dine 
with Queen Victoria, 65 ; death 
of her cousin Edith, 70 ; her 
interest in politics, xiii, 73, 121, 
162 ; present at a debate in the 
House of Commons, 75, 121 ; 
at the South Kensington Museum, 
77 ; Ascot, 81 ; death of her 
aunt, 87 ; journey to Balmoral, 
89 ; liie in the Highlands, 
89-102 ; expedition up Ben-na- 
Biurd, 98 ; at Stoke Rochford, 
105, 130 ; friendship with Edith 
Tumor, 105 ; bridesmaid to 
Bella Mainwaring, 108 ; at a 
reception at Buckingham Palace, 
no; Cliveden, 117-120 ; Hare- 
field Place, 122 ; meeting with 
Sir H. Jemingham, 124 ; at the 
marriage of Princess Helena, 
125-128 ; her views on female 
franchise, 129 ; impressions of 
Mrs. Siddons, 131 ; at the 
Royal Academy, 133 ; death of 
her friend Mrs. Newdegate, 140 ; 
at Frogmore, 1 41-144 ; gift from 
Queen Victoria, 142 ; impressions 
of Disraeli, 146 ; on board the 
Enchantress, 146 ; at Cologne, | 
147; Gotha, 148-152; Berlin, \ 
152 ; Potsdam, 153 ; Schloss j 
Primkenau, 155-159; bridesmaid i 

to Lady J. Melville, 163 ; first 
meeting with Sir R. Knightley, 
164 ; at Fawslej', 167 ; engage- 
ment, 167 ; presents, 169 ; wed- 
ding, 1 71-173 ; bridesmaids, 171. 
See Knightley, Lady. 

Bowen, Sir George, on the appoint- 
ment of Irishmen, 356. 

Bowment's Moss, 95. 

Boyle, Mary, at Castle Ashby, 194. 

Boyne, Lady, 134. 

Brackley, 188 ; restoration of the 
Chapel, 188 ; Agricultural Show, 

Bradford, Lady, 247. 
Bradford, Lord, 144. 
Bradlaugh, Mr., returned to Parlia- 
ment, 339 ; prevented from 
taking the oath, 350, 364. 
Braemar Castle, 92. 
Brand, Harry, 330. 
Brand, Lady, her reception, 366. 
Brandling, Mr., at Osterley Park, 

Bravo, Mr., his death by poisoning, 

Bravo, Mrs., 304. 
Breton, Mme le. 209. 
Bretton Park, 209. 
Bridgewater House, 232 ; ball at, 

Bright, Rt. Hon. John, 314 ; his 
admission into the Cabinet, 163 ; 
views on consecrated ground, 
340 ; on the Irish Land Bill, 
347 ; his resignation, 355. 
Brinckmann, Baron, 332. 
Bristol, Lady, 217 ; at Ickworth, 

210 ; her ball, 232. 
Bristol, Lord, 217. 
British Museum, 352. 
Broglie, Due de, 217. 
Brooke, Lord, at Oxford, 278. 
Brooke, Stopford, his sermons, 

193. 199. 202. 
Brougham, Lord, at Cannes, 32. 
Broughton, Mr., 15. 
Brown, John, 93. 

Browning, Robert, 261 ; at High- 
clere Castle, 251 ; " Ride from 
Ghent," 333 ; his poems, 340. 
Brownlow, Lady, 225, 367 ; her 

appearance, 231, 349. 
Bruce, Lady Augusta, 25, 32. 
Bruce, Lord Charles, at Ickworth, 

Bruce, Gumming, 134. 
Bruce, Mr., Home Secretary, 163. 
Bruce, Mrs., at Osborne, 64 ; 
Windsor Castle, 89, 113 ; Bal- 
moral, 91-103. 





Bruhl, Countess, 149, 151, 153, 324. 
Brunnow, Baron, 126. 
Brussels, 147, 281, 357. 
Bruydre, La, his maxim, 248. 
Buccleuch, Duke of, 332. 
Buchanan, Sir Alexander, 45. 
Buchwald, Fraulein von, 159. 
Buckhurst, Lady, at Ickworth, 

Buckhurst, Lord, 201. 
Buckingham, Duke of. Governor of 

Madras, 322. 
Buckingham Palace, balls at, 4, 81, 
135. 365 ; concerts at, 21, 260 ; 
Drawing-rooms, no, 216, 301, 
353 ; reception, 228. 
Buflf, Herr, tutor to Prince Leopold, 

69, 76. 
Bulgaria, atrocities, 307. 
Bulwer, Colonel, 58. 
Bulwer, Sir Henry, Life of Lord 

Palmer ston, 210. 
Burghley House, 212 ; political 
gatherings at, 226 ; the kitchen, 
227 ; plate closet, 227. 
Burghley, Lord, 236. 
Burials Bill, 341. 

Burke, Mr., his assassination, 352. 
Burleigh, Lord, 213. 
Burlington House, exhibition of 

Old Masters at, 238. 
Burnaby, Colonel, 312 ; at Gay ton, 

310 ; Homburg, 316. 
Burnham Beeches, 118. 
Bums, Robert, lines from, 115. 
Burrell, Lady, 122. 
Burton, Helen, 108. 
Burton, Captain and Mrs. Richard, 

Bury, Lord, 332. 
Bury St. Edmunds, 210. 
Bute, Lord, 246. 
Buxton, 236. 
Buxton, Sir Robert, 58. 
B5rng, Colonel and Mrs. Henry, at 

Somerley, 272. 
Byron, Lady, separation from her 

husband, 139. 
Byron, Lord, his nickname of 
" Hopping Dick," i ; escape from 
drowning, 92. 

C , Captain, his proposal of 

marriage to Miss Bowater, 108. 
Cadzow Castle, 250 ; lines on, 250. 
Caird, Dr., his sermons, 94. 
Cairns, Lady, at Burghley House, 

Cairns, Lord, at Hatfield, 186 ; 

Burghley House, 226 ; on the 

Public Worship Bill, 260. 

Cairns, Sir Henry, his speech on the 
Reform Bill, 109. 

Caithness, Lord, at Windsor Castle, 

Caledon, Lady, 33. 

Calthorpe, Lord, 232 ; at Somerley, 

Cambridge, Duchess of, at the 
marriage of Princess Helena, 
126 ; at Wimbledon, 138. 

Cambridge, H.R.H. Duke of, at 
Whitehall Gardens, 122 ; Os- 
borne, 211 ; Euston, 268 ; Hom- 
burg, 304 ; Orwell Park, 310. 

Cambridge, Princess Mary of, 20, 
22 ; her engagement, 114; presents 
on view, 120. See Teck. 

Campbell, Sir Colin, 8. 

Campbell, Lady Muriel, bridesmaid 
to Princess Helena, 127. 

Campbell, Nora, 79, 275. 

Canne, the courier, 27. 

Canon's Ashby, 173, 204. 

Capel-Cure, Mrs., her concert, 79. 

Cardigan, Lord, 8. 

Cardwell, Mr., Secretary for War, 
163 ; his scheme for reorganising 
the army, 259. 

Carington, Hon. Rupert, at Gayton, 

Carington, Hon. Wm., at Windsor 
Castle, 360. 

Carlisle, 90, 103. 

Carlton House Terrace, view from, 

Carlyle, Thomas, French Revolution, 
218 ; his definition of Disraeli 
and Gladstone, 267 ; story of, 


Carnarvon, Lord, 219 ; at Hatfield, 
185, 186, 262 ; his article on the 
Lessons of the French Revolution, 
254 ; resignation, 320. 

Cartwright, Chauncey, charge d'af- 
faires at Cairo, 355. 

Cartwright, Major Fairfax, member 
for South Northampton, 255, 
338 ; his death, 345. 

Cartwright, Harriet, 289. 290, 335. 

Cartwright, Julia, her wedding, 


Castle Ashby, 194. 

Cathcart, Miss, at Osborne, 64, 68. 

Cavendish, Colonel, 31. 

Cavendish, Lord Edward, his mar- 
riage, 96. 

Cavendish, Lady Frederick, 247 ; 
at Guisachan, 265. 

Cavendish, Lord Frederick, his 
marriage, 76 ; at Guisachan, 265 ; 
assassination, 352, 



Cavendish-Bentinck, Mrs., 200 ; 

her reception, 203. 
Cawdor Castle, 266. 
Cawdor, Lady, 217, 266. 
Cawdor, Lord, 217 ; his book on 

Housing, 175. 
Cecil, Lord and Lady Brownlow, at 

Burghley House, 213. 
Cecil, Lord and Lady Eustace, at 

Burghley House, 226. 
Cecil, Lady Maud, her marriage, 

Chair, Dudley de, 48, 51. 
Chamberlain, Rt. Hon. J., appointed j 
to the Board of Trade, 339 ; at [ 
Windsor Castle, 352 ; his speech I 
on universal suffrage, 367. \ 

Chamonix, 317. 
Chantrey, his monument of Lady 

Frederica Stanhope, 253. 
Chaplin, Mr., at Burghley House, 

Charlton, Colonel, 14. 
Charteris, Colonel, 139. 
Charteris, Lady Margaret, her ball, 

Charwelton, 223 ; meet at, 273. 
Chatham, Lord, at Chevening, 254. 
Chelmsford, Lord, 122 ; at Hom- 

burg, 282, 283. 
Cheney, Mr., 200, 219 ; at Fawsley, 

190 ; Holmbury, 235. 
Chesterfield, Lord, his death, 223. 
Chetwj'nd, Sir George, 135. 
Chevening, 253. 
Childers, Rt. Hon. Husrli, 163. 
Christian, H.R.H. Prince, his en- 
gagement, 106 ; marriage, 126 ; 
appearance, 126 ; at Frogmore, 
141 ; his characteristics, 143 ; 
at Cologne, 147 ; Primkenau, 
155-159 ; address of welcome, 
156 ; his opinion of a journal, 
160; at Osborne, 211 ; the 
French play, 258 ; Windsor 
Castle, 313. See Schleswig-Hol- 
Christian, H.R.H. Princess, birth 
of a son, 131, 163 ; at Frogmore, 
141 ; Osborne, 145, 211, 212 ; 
Primkenau, 155-159 ; her appear- 
ance, 159 ; attack of illness, 216 ; 
meetings with Lady Knightley, 
219, 339, 364 ; at the French 
play, 258 ; Darmstadt, 282 ; 
Cumberland Lodge, 296 ; death 
of her baby, 303 ; criticisms on 
Disraeli and Lord Derby, 320 ; 
atClaremont, 372 ; Carlton House 
Terrace, 373. See Helena, Prin- 

Christian Year, lines from, 192. 

Church of England, proposed dis- 
establishment, debate on, 216. 

Churcliill, Lady, 122 ; at Osborne, 
64, 65. 

Churchill, Lady Cornelia, 143. 

Clancar{y, Lord, at Homburg, 304. 

Claremont, 355, 359, 370 ; history 
of, 370- 

Clarendon, Lady, at Windsor Castle, 
113 ; her appearance, 113. 

Clarendon, Lord, at Windsor Castle, 
113 ; Secretary for Foreign Af- 
fairs, 163. 

Clarke, Sir James, at Osborne, 64. 

Clements, Mr., private secretary to 
Colonel Taylor, 135. 

Clerk, Mr., 44. 

Clerkenwell Prison, attempt to 
blow up, 140. 

Cleveland. Duchess of, 189, 2.61. 

Clifden, Lady, 141 ; at Windsor 
Castle, 142, 144 ; Osborne, 145. 

Clifford, Ladv De, her appearance, 

Clitton, Colonel, at Osborne, 212. 
Clinton, Lord, 314. 
Cliveden, 117. 
Clyde, the, 250. 
Cobbe, Frances Power, 334. 
Coburg, Duke of, 149. 
Cochrane, Baillie, 211. 
Cockerell, Mr., at Highclere Castle, 

Coercion Bill, 345. 
Coleridge, Arthur, 43. 
Coleridge, Sir John, 219. 
Collins, Mr., at Osborne, 212 ; 

Claremont, 359. 
Collins, Mrs., at Claremont, 359. 
Collyns, Miss, 288. 
Collyns, Mr., 289. 
Cologne, 147 ; the Cathedral, 147. 
Colonna, Prince and Princess, at 

Homburg, 304. 
Commons, House of, 75 ; scene in, 

275 ; debate on the motion to 

expel strangers, 275-278 ; length 

of a sitting, 316, 345 ; suspension 

of Irish members, 345 ; division 

on the cldture, 358. 
Compton, Lady Alwyne, 190, 194, 

203 ; at Holmbury, 235. 
Connaught, H.R.H. Duchess of, her 

appearance, 336. 
Connaught, H.R.H. Duke of, his 

engagement, 324. See Arthur, 

Conser\-atives, loss of seats, 338. 
Conspiracy and Murder Bill, 10. 
Cookson, Sarah, 87. 



Coquelin, his acting, 335 ; reci- 
tation, 367. 

Corbet, Fannj', bridesmaid to Miss 
Bowater, 171. 

Cork, Lady, 195, 217; her recep- 
tions, 187, 189 ; at Orwell Park, 
237, 310 ; stories of her battles 
for precedence, 237. 

Cork, Lord, 195. 

Corry, Montagu, 190 ; at Burghley 
House, 213, 226. 

Cottenham, Lord, 260. 

Cottesloe, Lord, 181 ; at Edgcote, 


Coventry, 128. 

Cowell, Sir John, at Windsor Castle, 

113, 360. 
Cowley, Lady, 27. 
Cowper, Henry, at Highclere Castle, 

Cowper, Lady, 225. 
Coyles, the, 93, 102. 
Craig Go wan, 97, 102. 
Craig-Lauriben, 93. 
Cranbome, Lord, his letter on the 

Reform Bill, 175. 
Cranbome Manor, 271. 
Crathie, 94. 

Crealock, General, his sketches, 365. 
Crichel, 271. 
Crimea, return of the Guards from 

the, 6. 
Cross, Mr., his London Dwellings 

Bill, 273. 
Cross, Sir Richard, 353. 
Crystal Palace, meeting of the Rifle 

Association, 17 ; concert at, 87. 
Cundall, Ellen, 336. 
Custance, Mrs., her ball, 58. 
Cyprus, annexation of, 325. 

Dalhousie, Lord, 32 ; at Windsor 

Castle, 360. 
Dalkeith, Lord, 324. 
Dallas, Sir George, at Homburg, 

Dallas, Theo, 108. 

Dalzell, 249, 326. 

Darboy, Archbishop of Paris, mur- 
dered, 218. 

Darmstadt, 282. 

Dartmouth, Lady, her ball, 122. 

Davenport, Alice. 15 note. 

Daventry steeplechases, 190, 300 ; 
snowstorm at, 344. 

De Grey, Lady, 122. 

De Grey, Lord, at the meeting of 
the Rifle Association, 17. 

Dee, the. 100 ; valley, 00. 

Deiningcr, Herr, 283. 

Delane, John, Editor of the Times, 

175. 199 ; at Chevening, 253 • 
Guisachan, 265. 
Demi-monde, Le, performance of, 


Denbigh, Lord, 43 ; his con- 
gratulations to Miss Bowater, 172. 

Denison, Lady Charlotte, her recep- 
tion, 2T9. 

Denison, Edward, 194. 

Denmark, war with Germany, 74, 
76 ; debate on, in the House of 
Commons, 85. 

Denmark, Princess Alexandra of, 
her engagement, 40 ; marriage, 
50. See Wales, Princess of. 

Denmark, Princess Dagmar of, at 
the Albert Hall, 246 ; Lansdowne 
House, 247 ; Bridgewater House, 

Denmark, Prince Harald of, 148 

Denmark, Princess Helena of, 148 

Derby, the, races, 133, 301. 

Derby, Lady, her reception at the 
Foreign Office, 258. 

Derby, Lord, 122 ; at the marriage 
of Princess Helena, 126 ; criticism 
on his foreign policy, 320 ; 
resignation, 322. 

Dhu Loch, 99. 

Dieppe, 5. 

Dijon, 317. 

Dilke, Sir Charles, 228 ; Under- 
Secretary for Foreign Affairs, 339. 

Disraeli, Rt. Hon. B., his speech 
on the Reform Bill, 109 ; at the 
wedding of Princess Helena, 125 ; 
his principles, 135 ; at Osborne, 
145 ; resignation, 163 ; speech 
on Education, 196 ; his refusal 
to form a Government, 240 ; 
speech on Local Taxation. 243 ; 
on Ultramontanism, 252 ; an- 
tagonism to Lowe, 253 ; his 
speech on the county franchise, 
259 ; Memoir of Lord George 
Bentinck, 268 ; at the Guildhall, 
271 ; his motion to expel strangers 
from the House of Commons, 255, 
277 ; on the Suez Canal, 296 ; 
the Royal Titles Bill, 298 ; peer- 
age conferred, 304 ; at Aj-les- 
bury, 307 ; on the Eastern 
question, 309 ; the Pigott in- 
cident, 315 ; his career, 325 ; 
illness and death, 346 ; sermon 
on, 347 ; his criticism on Sir 
W. Harcourt, 360 ; letter to the 
Duke of Marlborough, 365. See 



Dixon, Mr., his speech on the 
Education Act of 1870, 227. 

Dodford, 172. 

Dolben, Mrs. Mackworth, 367. 

Domestic Economy Congress Meet- 
ing. 348- 

Don Giovanni, performance of, 57. 

Donegall, Lord and Lady, 190. 

Donoughmore, Lady, 231. 

Donoughmore, Lord, 190, 

Dorchester, 278. 

Dorchester House, 261. 

Dorchester, Lord and Lady, at 
Orwell Park, 310. 

Dover, 32. 

Drew, Mr. and Mrs., at Hatfield, 

Dropmore, 118. 
Drummond, Alice, 108. 
Drummond, Miss, at Burghley 

House, 213. 
Drummond, Robert, 112. 
Drumouchter, Pass of, 265. 
Dryden, Sir Henry, 173. 
Duckworth, Mr., at Frogmore, 

Dudley, Lady, her appearance, 

116, 231, 365 ; at the opera, 137. 
Dudley, Lord, 122. 
Dufferin, Lord, 347. 
Dugdale, Mrs., her Shakespeare 

readings, 331, 333. 
Dun, Bridge of, 90. 
Duncombe, Caroline, bridesmaid to 

Miss Bowater, 171. 
Dundas, Mrs. John, 332. 
Dunkeld, 265. 

Dunmore, Lady, at the opera, iii. 
Dunmore, Lord, 258. 
Dunwich, 36, 39, 236. 
Dupplin, Lord, 247. 
Dyke, Lady Emily, 283. 

-, Mr., his attentions to Miss 

Bowater, 53, 79 ; proposal of 
marriage. 54. 

Eastbourne, 146. 

Eastern question, 307. 

Easton Neston, 298. 

Eaton, Mrs., housekeeper at Faws- 
ley, 173. 

Edgcote, 342. 

Edgcumbe, Lady Ernestine, brides- 
maid to Princess Helena, 127. 

Edgell, Capt., his account of the 
siege of Lucknow, 10. 

Edgell, Mr., 190. 

Edinburgh, Duchess of, her appear- 
ance, 260 ; at Windsor Castle, 

Edinburgh, H.R.H. Duke of, at 

Cliveden, 119 ; at the wedding 
of Princess Helena, 126 ; at 
Sandringham, 223 ; his marriage, 
260. See Alfred, Prince. 

Education Bill, 188, 214 ; debates 
on, 196, 227. 

Edwards, Capt., at Windsor Castle, 

Elcho, Lady, 18. 

Elcho, Lord, President of the Rifle 
Association, 17 ; at the Crystal 
Palace, 17, 18. 

Election, General, 255. 

Elgin, Lord and Lady, at Windsor 
Castle, 313. 

Elijah, performance of, 205. 

Eliot, George, her novels, 42 ; 
Felix Holt, 125. 

Eliot, Lord, 246, 301. 

Ellesmere, Lady, 195. 

EUesmere, Lord, 188, 195. 

EUice, Sir Charles and Lady, at 
Ickworth, 252. 

Ellice, Helen, bridesmaid to Miss 
Bowater, 171. 

Ellice, Mrs., 326 ; her Scottish 
sketches, 365. 

Elphinstone, Sir Howard, 25, 32 ; 
at Osborne, 64, 65, 212 ; Bal- 
moral, 93, 97 ; at the wedding 
of Princess Helena, 127 ; at 
Windsor Castle, 142 ; his return 
from the East, 274. 

Elphinstone, Mercer, 20 note. 

Ely, Lady, 122. 

Employment of Women Society, 

294. 334- 
Enchantress, the yacht, 146. 
Enfield, Lord, 218. 
Epsom races, 301. 
Erfurt, fortress of, 151. 
Esmarch, Dr. Jean d', 156 note. 
Esterelles, the, 29. 
Eton and Harrow cricket match, 

Eugenie, Empress, her flight from 

Paris, 209. 
Eulenburg, Count, 149 ; at Holland 

House, 220. 
Euston, 268, 349. 
Evans, Dr., 209. 
Eversley, Mr., 125. 
Exeter Hall, meeting at, 46. 
Exeter, Lady, at Burghley House, 

213, 227. 
Exeter, Lord, at Burghley House, 

Exhibition galleries, Guards' ball at, 

Exhibition, International, 37. 
Evder, the, 74. 



Falbe, Captain de, 38. 

Fane, Lady Rose, 38. 

Fane, Mr., 112. 

Fanshawe, Miss, 12. 

Fantees, their characteristics, 259. 

Farmer, his cantata Christ and His 
Soldiers, 332. 

Farquhar, Lady, her ball, 112. 

Farrar, Canon, 332. 

Farre, Dr., 68, 190. 

Favre, Jules, his interview with 
Bismarck, 279. 

Fawcett, Mr., appointed Postmaster- 
General, 339. 

Fawcett, Prof., 228. 

Fawsley, 166, 173, 17Q, 188, 266, 
272, 290, 306, 318, 326, 334, 341 ; 
improvements, 181 ; church ser- 
vices, 183 ; hurricane, 318 ; 
result of the agricultural de- 
pression, 336, 341. 

Feilding, Lady Mary, 294. 

Felagie Forest, 100 ; glen of, 93. 

Felixstowe, 237. 

Fenian outrage, 140. 

Fenwick, Jeanie, 58. 

Fergusson, Mr., at Hatfield, 185, 

Fillongley, 129. 

Finch, Colonel, 145. 

Finch, Mrs., at Burghley House, 

Findhom, the, 266. 

Finedon, G.F.S., branch at, 367. 

Firle, 164, 192, 242, 346. 

Fisher, the Misses, 5, 13. 

Fisheries exhibition, 366. 

Fitzclarence, Miss, 330. 

Fitzgerald, Lady Otho, 200. 

Fitzgerald, Mrs., her return from 
Alexandria, 354. 

JFitzroy, Lord Charles, 217, 297 ; 
in charge of Prince Leopold, 31 ; 
at Balmoral, 96 ; Windsor Castle, 
113; Cliveden, 118. See Grafton. 

FitzWilliam, Lady Mary, brides- 
maid to Princess Helena, 127. 

Flahault, Auguste, Comte de, 20 

Flahault, Madame de, 20. 

Flandres, Comte and Comtesse de, 

Fletcher, Colonel, 274. 
Forbes, AthoU, 107. 
Forbes, Mrs., at Ickworth, 210 ; 

death of her father, 210. 
Foreign Office, receptions at, 274, 

303. 333- 
Forres, 265. 
Forster, Mr., 366 ; his character, 

214 ; speech on Education, 228. 

Four-in-hand Club, meet of the, 244. 
Fox, Marie, her wedding, 233 ; 

appearance, 233. 
Frampton Court, 278. 
France, alleged Projet de Traite 

with Prussia, 203 ; terms of 

peace with Germany, 214 ; result 

of the elections, 318. 
Franchise Bill, 121 ; the county, 

Francis, Colonel, 83. 
Franco-German War, 202, 204. 
Frankland, Dr., at Hatfield, 185. 
Fraser, Sir William, 347. 
Frederick the Great, portrait ot, 

Frejus, 29. 
Fremantle, Hon. Sir Charles, private 

secretary to Disraeli, 135. 
Fremantle, Lady, her concert, 79. 
Fremantle, Sophy, at Edgcote, 342. 
French plays, 2 58, 335. 
Friendly Societies Bill, 273. 
Frogmore, 115, 116, 141. 
Froude, J. A., at Hatfield, 185 ; 

his views on political economy, 

244 ; member of the Metaphysical 

Society, 267. 
Froude, Mrs., at Hatfield, 185. 

Colonel, his attentions to 

Miss Bowater, 136, 139. 
Gage, Harry, 180, 248 ; at Fawsley, 

204, 272 ; Gayton, 310 ; succeeds 

to the title, 316. 
Gage, Henry, 164, 172 ; at Fawsley, 

177, 204, 272 ; his illness and 

death, 286. 
Gage, Sophy, 164, 166, 168 ; at 

Fawsley, 177, 204, 272. 
Gainsborough, Lady, at Windsor 

Castle, 313. 
Gambetta, ton mot of, 356. 
Gaol Bill, 82. 

Gardiner, Col. and Mrs., 161. 
Gardoni, Signor, 21. 
Garfield, President, attempt on his 

life, 348. 
Garibaldi, in London, 75. 
Garry, the, 265. 
Garvagh, Lady, her appearance, 

Gathome-Hardy, Mr., at Burghley 

House, 226 ; his refusal to take 

office under Disraeli, 239. 
Gathome-Hardy, Mrs., 144 ; at 

Hatfield, 185, 186; Burghley 

House, 226. 
Gavant Minard, performance of, 

Gayton, 310, 



Geneva, 220, 317. 

George v., King, his birth, 97. 

German^^ Augusta Victoria, Em- 
press of, 148 note. 

Germany, Iredcrick, Crown Prince 
of, at Holland House, 220 ; on 
the death of Jasmund, 306 note ; 
in London, 349 ; at Marlborough 
House, 374. See Prussia. 

Germany, war with Denmark, 74, 

76 ; annexation of Schleswig- 
Holstein, 158 ; war with France, 
202, 204 ; terms of peace, 214 ; 
system of education, 284. 

Gharb-allt, Falls of, 92. 

Ghika, Prince, 353. 

Gibson, Milner, at Orwell Park, 237. 

Giessen, 147. 

Girls' Friendly Society, xii, 287 ; 
meetings, 289, 290, 291, 292, 340, 
349, 367 ; constitution drawn up, 
292 ; service at St. Paul's 
Cathedral, 335 ; Council, 346, 

Girls' Public Day School at Chelsea, 

Giuglini, Signor, 21. 
Gladstone, Lady, her ball, 58. 
Gladstone, Rt. Hon. W. E., his 

speech on the repeal of the malt 

tax, 75 ; on universal suffrage, 

77 ; the Reform Bill, 109 ; the 
Irish Church Bill, 165 ; his 
opinion of Sir R. Knightley, 182 ; 
introduction to Lady Knightley, 
189 ; on the Irish Land Bill, 
189 ; on Education, 196 ; on the 
merits of tea, 229 ; his ignorance 
of rural life, 238 ; on the Irish 
University Bill, 239 ; character 
of his electoral address, 255 ; 
his resignation, 257, 273 ; criti- 
cisms on, 258, 331, 347, 359 ; his 
speech on the Public Worship 
Bill, 264 ; his pamphlet The 
Vatican Decrees in their Bearing 
on Civil Allegiance, 270 ; on the 
Bulgarian atrocities, 307 ; por- 
trait, 331 ; elected member for 
Midlothian, 338 ; his ministry, 
339 ; story of, 359 ; advice to 
speakers, 365. 

Gladstone, W. H., 331. 

Glamis Castle, 208. 

Glassalt, the, 96. 

Gleichen, Count, 315. 

Glen Ferness, 266. 

Glen Gelder, 95. 

Glen Muick, 93. 

Glienike, 154. 

Goethe, statue of, at Weimar, 151, 

I Gold Coast, debate on, 258. 

j Goldschmidt, Mme, 47, 48 ; at 
the wedding of the Prince of 
Wales, 51 ; her views on the 
characteristics of German, Ameri- 
can, and Swedish women, 61. 

I Goldschmidt, Walter, 48. 

! Goldsmid, Sir Julian and Lady, 

Gomshall, 235. 
Gordon, Colonel, at Frogmore, 141, 

Gordon, Duchess of, story of, 134. 
Gordon, Lady Francis, 196, 220, 

248 ; at Fawsley, 190. 
Gordon, General, at Balmoral, 90- 

Gordon, General, 274 ; his ex- 
pedition to Khartoum, 374. 
Gordon, Mrs., at Balmoral, 91-103 ; 

expedition up Ben-na-Biurd, 98 ; 

at Windsor Castle, 142. 
Gordon - Gumming, Miss, her 

sketches, 365. 
Gore, Col. and Lady Emily, at 

Guisachan, 265. 
Gortschakofif, Prince, his circular on 

the Treaty of 1856, 209. 
Goschen, Rt. Hon. G., 163 ; his 

appointment at the Admiralty, 
. 215 ; elected member for the 
' City, 256. 
j Gotha, 148. 

i Goulbum, Dean, his Personal Re- 
! ligion, 75, loi ; sermon, 197 ; at 

the wedding of Julia Cartwright, 

: 342- 

i Gourramma, Princess, 49. 

i Grafton, Charles Fitzroy, seventh 

! Duke of, 31. See Fitzroy. 

! Grafton, Duchess of, 269. 

I Grafton, Duke of, 188, 349 ; his 

\ illness and death, 353 ; character, 

1 354- 

i Graham. Cyril, at Hatfield, 186. 
j Graham, Mr. and Mrs., at Chevening, 
i 253. 

I Graney, Fraulein von, 145. 
j Grant, Sir Francis, 122. 
I Grant, Sir Hope, 134. 
I Grant, John, 93. 
I Grant. Miss, 122, 135. 
Granville, Ladv, 66. 
Granville, Lord, at Osborne, 66 ; 
Colonial Secretary, 163 ; at 
Fawslej', 257. 
Gravelotte, battle at, 205, 305. 
Graves, Mr., at Burghley House, 

Greece, Ionian Islands, ceded to, 
44, 46. 



Greenwood, Mr., 367. 

Jreg, W. R., member of the Meta- 
physical Society, 267 ; Enigmas 
of 'Life, 315. 

^reville, Lord, on Mr. Gladstone's 
advice to speakers, 365. 

jreville Memoirs, 268. 

Srey, General Charles, at Osborne, 
33 ; private secretary to Queen 
Victoria, 52 note ; at Windsor 
Castle, 89, 113, 115 ; at Balmoral, 
91-101 ; recites poetry, 99, loi ; 
at Cliveden, 118. 

Grey, Sir George, at Osborne, 66. 

Grey, Sybil, 52, 126. 

Grimsel Hospice, 220. 

Grisi, Mme, 79. 

Grosvenor Crescent, sale of, 359. 

Grosvenor Gallery, collection of 
drawings at the, 319. 

Grosvenor, Lady Constance, at the 
opera, iii. 

Grosvenor, Lord, his marriage, 

Guards, their return from the 
Crimea, 6 ; review in Hyde Park, 


Guest, Lady Cornelia, 324. 

Guest, Montague, at Somerley, 

Guildhall, balls at the, 56, 245. 

Guisachan, 264, 326. 

Giinther, Dr. Albert, medical attend- 
ant to Prince Leopold, 26 ; his 
scientific researches, 26 note ; 
at Richmond, 249. 

Gurdon, Mr. and Mrs., 58, 161. 

Gurdon, Robert, 134, 333. 

Gurdon, Willy. 112, 123. 


-, Mr., his attentions to Miss 

Bowater, 80. 
Haag, Carl, 94. 
Hall, Sir Benjamin, 8. 
Hall6, 232. 
Ham House, 248. 

Hamilton, Lady Albertha, brides- 
maid to Princess Helena, 127. 
Hamilton, Lady Emily, at Dalzell, 

326 ; her death, 366. 
Hamilton, John, at Dalzell, 250, 

326 ; death of his wife, 366. 
Hamilton Palace, 250. 
Hampton Court. 78, 300 ; dance at, 

Hanburv, Mr., his resolution on the 

Gold Coast, 258. 
Hanover, Princess Frederica of, at 

Londonderry House, 349 ; Clare- 

mont, 371. 
Happy Land, performance of, 246. 



Harberton, Lady, her ball, 131. 
Harcourt, Lady, at Windsor Castle, 

Harcourt, Mile d', 149. 
Harcourt, Sir WiUiam, 303, 347 ; 
criticism on, 324, 360 ; at Wind- 
sor Castle, 360. 
Hardinge, Mr., iii. 
Hardy, Alfred, 330. 
Hardy, Thomas, Far from the 

Madding Crowd, 279. 
Hare, Augustus, Memorials of a 
Quiet Life, 242 ; at Fawsley, 

368 ; his stories, 368 ; description 
of Fawsley, 368. 
Hare, Julius and Marcus, their 

graves, 242. 
Hare, Maria, inscription on 

grave, 242. 
Harefield Place, 122. 
Harris, Lord, 25. 
Harrogate, 206. 

Harrow School, speech day, 21. 
Hartington, Lord, 163, 239 ; 

speech on expelling strangers 

from the House of Commons, 

275, 276 ; on the Address, 296 ; 

on the Eastern question, 309. 
Hartshorne, Mr., 329. 
Harvey, Mrs., 43. 
Hastings, Lady, at the opera, 

Hastings, Lord, his marriage, 

Hatfield, 185 ; fete at, 262. 
Hatherley, Lord, 249. 
Hatherton, Lord and 

Burijhley House, 213. 
Havel, the, 153. 
Hawarden, Lord, at 

Castle, 313. 
Hawkins, George, 15. 
Hay, Sir John, at Burghley House, 

Havward, Mr., 233. 
Heathcote, Mr., 130, 198. 
Hedsor Park, 120. 
Heidelberg, 317. 
Helena, H.R.H. 

Osborne, 33, 64 

ance, 50 ; development of her 

character, 53 ; at Balmoral, 90- 

103 ; expedition up Ben-na- 

Biurd, 98 ; her engagement. 

106; at Windsor Castle, 113; 

her bust, 115 ; at Cliveden, 

117, 120; marriage, 125-127; 

bridesmaids, 127. See Christian, 

Hellidon, 288. 
Helmingham, 238. 

Lady, at 


Princess, at 
her appear- 



Helps, Sir A., Friends in Council, 
66 ; Companions of my Solitude, 

Henley, Gertrude, 292. 

Henley, Lord, 161. 

Henniker, Lady, 263. 

Henniker, Lord, 82. 

Herbert, Mrs., 356. 

Hercules, performance of, 312. 

Hertford, Lord, 261, 353. 

Hervey, Lord John, at Ickvvorth, 

Hervey, Lady Mary, 128 ; at Ick- 
worth, 210. 

Hesse, Princess Alix of, 283 note. 

Hesse, Princess Elizabeth of, 146, 
283 note, 372. See Russia. 

Hesse, Ernst Louis, Grand Duke of, 
283 note. 

Hesse, Princess Irene of, 146, 283 
note. See Prussia. 

Hesse, Prince Louis of, at Bucking- 
ham Palace, 21 ; Windsor Castle, 
48, 53, 56 ; joins the Austrian 
army, 115 ; his morganatic mar- 
riage, 373. 

Hesse, Princess Louis of, at Buck- 
ingham Palace, 135 ; her chil- 
dren, 146, 283 note ; Palace at 
Darmstadt, 282 ; her illness and 
death, 329 ; publication of her 
letters, 373. See Alice, Princess. 

Hesse, Princess Marie Victoria of, 
283 note. 

Hesse, Princess Victoria of, 146, 
283 note, 373. See Battenberg. 

Hewett, James, his marriage, 136. 

Hibbert, Mrs., iii. 

Higgins, Matthew James, 122 note. 

Highclere Castle, 251. 

Hildegarde, Countess, at Homburg, 

Hildyard, Miss, 53. 
Hill, Lady Alice, 135. 
Hodgson, Miss, her marriage, 136. 
Hohenlohe, Princess, at Osborne, 

64, 69 ; at Gotha, 148. 
Holford, Mr. and Mrs., at Highclere 

Castle, 251. 
Holford, Miss, at Highclere Castle, 

251, 252, 
Holland House, 199, 200, 202, 220, 

234. 315, 356 ; the garden, 199. 
Holland, Lady, 198, 252. 
Holland, Canon Scott, 342. 
Holmbury, 235. 
Holthouse, Mr., Rural Dean, 288 ; 

his distrust of Lord Beaconsfield, 

Holzendorff, Herr von, 150. 
Holzmann, Dr., at Osborne, 64, 68. 

Homburg, 281, 303, 316, 336, 356 ; 

the Schloss, 282. 
Honeywood, William, 302. 
Hood, Lady Mary, 127. 
Hotham, Lord, 189. 
Hough, Mr., 16 ; his opinion of 

Kingsley and Spurgeon, 16. 
Houghton, Lord, 187. 
Howard, Mr., 104. 
Howth Castle, 313. 
Hubbard, Miss, her " Perseverance 

Bands " scheme, 331. 
Hudson's Bay territory, native 

Indians of the, 186. 
Hughes, Mr. and Miss, at Gui- 

sachan, 265. 
Huguenots, The, performance of, 

Humboldt, Wilhelm von, his 

opinion of old letters, 40. 
Hunt, Ward, at Burghley House, 

226 ; his death, 317. 
Huntingfield, Lady, 22. 
Hurstmonceaux, 242. 
Hyacinthe, P6re, his oration on 

reform in the Latin Church, 302. 

Ickworth, 210, 252. 
Ightham Mote, 201. 
Ilchester, Lady, her appearance, 

Imperial, Prince, at Wakefield 

Lodge, 321 ; his death, 334. 
Indian troops moved to Malta, 

debate on, in Parliament, 323. 
Inkermann, anniversary of, 269. 
Inselberg, 151. 
Interlaken, 220. 

Invercauld, loi ; bridge of, gi. 
Invergarry, 326. 
Ionian Islands, ceded to Greec e, 

44, 46. 
Ireland, condition of, 343. 
Irish Church Bill, 165. 
Irish Land Bill, 189, 340, 341, 348. 
Irish University Bill, 239. 
Ixelheim, Countess, 282. 

Jackson, Dr., Bishop of London, 

story of, 264. 
James, Sir Henry, 347. 
Jameson, Mrs., her opinion of old 

letters, 40. 
Jasmund, Herr von, 306. 
Jenner, Dr., at Windsor Castle, 

Jerningham, Sir Hubert, 124 ; his 

career, 124 note. 
Jersey, Lady, 367 ; at Osterley 

Park, 261. 
Jersey, Lord, at Osterley Park, 261. 



leune, Rt. Hon. Sir F., at Harrow, 

22. See St. Helier. 
Jeune, Mrs., 364 ; her reception, 

Jew Bill of 1848, 174. 
Jungfrau, 220. 

Kalckreuth, Count, 149, 151. 
Kalckreuth, Countess Anne, 149, 

Kean, Mr. and Mrs., 8. 

Keane, Captain, 23. 

Keble, Rev. John, criticisms on 
his Christian Year, 16. 

Keele, 326 ; the library and 
gardens, 326. 

Keen, Mount, 102. 

Kenlies, Lord, 135. 

Kennaway, Sir John and Lady, 

Kent, Duchess of, 4 ; her death, 19. 

Kerr, Miss, 33. 

Killiecrankie, Pass of, 265. 

Kingsley, Rev. Charles, criticisms 
on, 16; at CUveden, 119; his 
sermon, iig. 

Kirkcaldy, Lord, 45, 47, 51. 

Knatchbull-Hugessen, Edward, at 
Homburg, 304 ; Gayton, 310. 

Knightley, Sir Charles, 178 ; his 
life at Fawsley, 179 ; method of 
canvassing, 180 ; death, 181. 

Knightley, Charlie, 251. 

Knightley, Edmund, 352. 

Knightley, Harry, 251. 

Knightley, Louisa, Lady, her 
wedding, 1 71-173 ; arrival at 
Fawsley, 1 73 : letter and present 
from Queen Victoria, 174 ; inter- 
est in cottage improvements, 
175. 183 ; at Arbury, 176, 205 ; 
happiness in her married life, 
177 ; her interest in politics, 
xiii, T78, 374 ; influence on her 
neighbours, 183 ; improvement 
of the church services, 184 ; at 
Hatfield. 185-187, 262 ; her 
life at Fawsley, 188, 209, 241, 
266, 272, 318, 326, 334, 341 ; 
introduction to Mr. Gladstone, 
189 ; friendship with Dr. Magee, 
191, 267 ; at Firle, 192, 242, 
346 ; houses in London, 192-194, 
215, 228, 243, 257 ; taken over 
the House of Lords, 193 ; affec- 
tion for her husband, 194 ; at 
Castle Ashby, 194 ; her dinner- 
parties, 195, 231, 235, 245, 248, 
260, 339 ; at the House of 
Commons, 196, 227, 275, 277, 
315. 324. 363 ; at Windsor j 

Castle, 197, 313, 360 ; Holland 
House, 199, 200, 202, 220, 234 ; 
Knole Park, 200-202 ; Harro- 
gate, 206-208 ; Lindertis, 208 ; 
her meeting with Mr. Motley, 
209, 248 ; at Ickworth, 210, 
252 ; her friendship with Lord 
Stanhope, 2ti ; at Osborne, 211 ; 
Burghley House, 212, 226; at 
the National Portrait Gallery, 
215 ; attends a Drawing-room, 
216, 231, 301, 353 ; her dream, 
217 ; attends Mass, 218 ; at 
the Tichborne trial, 219 ; tour 
in Switzerland, 220 ; at Paris, 
221, 285 ; her anxiety on the 
illness of the Prince of Wales, 
223 ; at the thanksgiving ser- 
vice, 224 ; at Buckingham Palace, 
228 ; her conversation with 
Lord Salisbury, 231 ; at Bridge- 
water House, 232, 248 ; attends 
the wedding of Prince Lichten- 
stein, 233 ; at Holmbury, 235 ; 
entertains Prince Arthur, 235 ; 
at Dunwich, 236 ; Sotterley, 
236, 319 ; Buxton, 236 ; Orwell 
Park, 237, 310 ; her impressions 
of the Shah of Persia, 245 ; at 
the Albert Hall, 246 ; Dalzell, 
250 ; Highclere Castle, 251 ; 
Chevening, 253 ; at Grosvenor 
Crescent, 257, 274 ; at the French 
play, 258 ; meeting with Sir G. 
Wolseley, 259 ; impressions of 
Disraeli, 260 ; at Osterley Park, 
261 ; Althorp, 264 ; tour in 
Scotland, 264-266, 326 ; at 
Guisachan, 264, 326 ; Euston, 
268, 349 ; Crichel, 271 ; Somer- 
ley, 271 ; Richmond Park, 274, 
308 ; Oxford, 278 ; Frampton 
Court, 278 ; Homburg, 281-284, 
303. 316, 336, 356 ; Darmstadt, 
282 ; Wildbad, 284 ; member of 
the Girls' Friendly Society, 287 ; 
her interest in the work, 287- 
293, 358, 367 ; speech at North- 
ampton, 291 ; characteristics, 
xix, 293, 294 ; loyalty, 293 ; 
interest in the Working Ladies' 
Guild, 293 ; and other philan- 
thropic works, xii, 294 ; pre- 
sented to the King and Queen of 
Naples, 297 ; at the Derby, 301 ; 
Metz, 304 ; Gravelotte, 305 ; im- 
pressions of Reims Cathedral, 
306 ; interest in the Eastern 
question, 307 ; at Rabj' Castle, 
308 ; Winmarleigh, 369 ; her 
conversation with Mr. Venables, 



314 ; meeting with Col. B , 

316 ; at Wakefield Lodge, 321 ; 
meeting with Prince Imperial, 
321 ; at the House of Lords, 
323 ; at the reopening of Wood- 
ford church, 327-329 ; attends 
ambulance lectures, 331 ; pre- 
sented to the Duchess of Con- 
naught, 336 ; sale of her house 
in town, 337, 359 ; interest in 
farming, 337, 349 ; entertains 
Princess Christian, 339, 348, 373 ; 
at Edgcote, 342 ; meeting with 
Sir R. Temple, 348 ; honorary 
lady-in-waiting to the Duchess 
of Albany, xvi, 349 ; at the 
wedding of the Duke of Albany, 
351 ; at Claremont, 355, 359, 
369-371. 372 ; Brussels, 357 ; 
expedition to Waterloo, 357 ; 
at the christening of Princess 
Alice of Albany, 361 ; at Carlton 
House Terrace, 363 ; Finedon, 
367 ; her grief at the death of 
the Duke of Alban}', 372, 374 ; 
friendship with the Duchess of 
Albany, 374 ; illness and death 
of her husband, 374 ; her death, 
375 ; tribute to her memory, 

Knightley, Sir Rainald, his first 
meeting with Miss Bowater, 164 ; 
engagement, 167 ; presents, 169 ; 
wedding, 171 ; arrival at Faws- 
1^5'> 173 ■> refuses the Under- 
Secretaryship of Foreign Affairs, 
174 ; member for South North- 
amptonshire, 178, 255, 256, 338 ; 
his parents, 179 ; character, 

181 ; appearance, 181 ; abilities, 

182 ; devotion to Lord Salis- 
bury, 182 ; distrust of Disraeli, 
182, 240 ; at Hatfield, 185 ; 
his affection for his wife, 194 ; 
at Knole Park, 200-202 ; Os- 
borne, 211 ; on the Ballot Bill, 
232, 234 ; at Chevening, 253 ; 
his conversation with Dr. Smith, 
253 ; electoral address, 256 ; 
decision on the debate on the 
Gold Coast, 258 ; declines an 
invitation from Disraeli, 258 ; 
his political views, 269 ; his 
speech on expelling strangers 
from the House of Commons, 
277 ; attacks of gout, 281 ; at 
Homburg, 281 ; abstains from 
voting on the Royal Titles Bill, 
298-300 ; his speech at Brackley, 
307 ; views on the Eastern 
question, 312 ; at Windsor 

Castle, 313 ; views on the 
Pigott incident, 315, 316 ; 
losses from agricultural depres- 
sion, 336, 341 ; criticism on Glad- 
stone, 347 ; peerage conferred, 
374 ; illness and death, 374. 

Knightley, Sir Richard, 178. 

Knightley, Selina Hervey, 1 79. 

Knightley, Sophy, 179. See Gage. 

Knightley, Rev. Valentine, 172 ; 
at Fawsley, 179. 

Knightleys, history of, 177. 

Knole Park, 200. 

Konigstein, 317. 

Kranichstein, 282, 329. 

Krogh, Fraulein von, 159. 

Ladies' Dress Association Com- 
mittee, 336. 

Ladies' Guild Exhibition, 365. 

Ladies' Sanitary Association, 294. 

Lambeth Palace, G.F.S. meeting 
at, 292. 

Lamington, 250, 264, 367. 

Lane, Louisa, 15 ; her portrait, 
15 note. 

Lane, Thomas, portrait of, 15 note. 

Langton, Bennett, 12. 

Langton, Miss, 12. 

Lansdowne House, ball at, 247. 

Lansdowne, Lord, appointed 
Governor of Canada, 364. 

Lascelles, Gerald, 233. 

Lascelles, Miss, at Windsor Castle, 
89 ; her marriage, 96. 

Lascelles, Mr., 153. 

Law Courts, opening of the, 359. 

Lawley, Lady Constance, 245. 

Lawson, Sir Wilfrid, on withdrawal 
from the Gold Coast, 258 ; on 
the bombardment of Alexandria, 

Layard, Mr., 74. 

Leamington, 89, 103 ; concert at, 43. 
Lecky, Mr., 217. 
Leconfield, Lady, 219. 
Leigh, Boughton, 128. 
Leiningen, Prince, 64. 
Leiningen, Princess of, at the 

marriage of Princess Helena, 126. 
Lennox, Lady Caroline Gordon, 

bridesmaid to Princess Helena, 

Lennox, Constance, 45. 
Lennox, Lord Henry, 304 ; at 

Crichel, 271. 
Lentz, Agnes, governess to Miss 

Bowater, 4 ; her visit to Lady 

Knightley, 197. 
Leopold, H.R.H. Prince, ordered 

abroad, 23 ; his journey to 

i 1 




Cannes, 26-29 '. death of his 
father, 30 ; return home, 32 ; 
accident, 40 ; at Windsor Castle, 
49, 114, 313 ; Osborne, 64, 146, 

211 ; his tutor, 69 ; at CUveden, 
117 ; attack of faintness, 120 ; 
at the wedding of Princess 
Helena, 126 ; his delicate ap- 
pearance, 142 ; Confirmation, 
163 ; illness, 198 ; development, 

212 ; at the thanksgiving service, 
225 ; at Buckingham Palace, 
229 ; Oxford, 278 ; engagement, 
349; wedding, 351. 5ee Albany. 

Leven, Lady, 47, 49, 234, 246. 
Leven, Lord, 45, 47, 266, 274, 346. 
Leveson-Gower, Mr., at Holmbury, 

Lichtenstein, Prince Louis of, 201 ; 

his wedding, 233 ; appearance, 

Liddell, Alice, 278. 
Liddell, Colonel, declines offer of 

Thatched House Lodge, 2, 36 ; 
■ at Windsor Castle, 113. 
Liddon, Canon, his sermons, 198, 

Lind, Jenny, 47. See Gold- 


Lindertis, 208, 326, 343, 367. 

Lindsay, Mrs. Loyd, 232. 

Linley, Miss, portrait of, 238. 

Linn of Dee, 92. 

Listowel, Lady, 167, 247. 

Listowel, Lord, 167. 

Lochnagar, 91, 93, 97, 102. 

Loftus, Lord Augustus, British 
Minister at Berlin, 152, 153. 

Lohe, Baron, at Homburg, 317. 

Lohengrin, performance of, 280. 

Lohgau, Count, 158. 

Lohlein, valet to Prince Albert, 117. 

Londesborough Lodge, drains of, 

London, financial panic, iii. 

London dwellings, Bill for the im- 
provement of, 273. 

Longleat, 176. 

Lords, House of, 193 ; attendance 
of Peers, 267. 

Lome, Lord, his marriage, 208 ; at 
Claremont, 371. 

Louise, H.R.H. Princess, at Os- 
borne, 33, 64, 68, 69, 211 ; 
Balmoral, 93 ; Windsor Castle, 
114, 142 ; Cliveden, 117, 120 ; at 
the wedding of Princess Helena, 
126 ; Buckingham Palace, 135 ; 
her marriage, 208 ; at Sandring- 
ham, 223 ; her reception, 233 ; 
at Claremont, 371, 373. 

Lowe, Mr., his speech on the Re- 

; form Bill, 109 ; Chancellor of the 

I Exchequer, 163 ; his criticism 

of Mr. Disraeli's speech, 187 ; 

! reception of the King of the 

Belgians, 230 ; political views, 

230 ; antagonism to Disraeli, 

253 ; on the fall of the Cabinet 

1 25S. 

j Lowell, Mr. and Lady Rose, at 
, Somerley, 272. 
; Lowther Lodge, 363. 
j Lowther, Mr. and Mrs., 248. 
I Lucan, Lord, 8. 
Lucerne, 220. 
Lucknow, siege of, 10. 
Lumley, Lady Sybil, her marriage, 

Lunden, Baron, 230. 
Lyons, 32. 

Lyttelton, Hon. Lucy, at Osborne, 
68 ; her characteristics, 69 ; 
marriage, 76. See Cavendish. 
Lytton, Lord, 219. 
Lytton, Sir Edward Bulwer, his 

speech on the Reform Bill, 109. 
Lyveden, Lord and Lady, at Harro- 
gate, 207. 

Macclesfield, Lady, 68 ; at Windsor 
Castle, 116. 

Macdonald, Colonel, at Euston, 

Macdonald, Miss, at Windsor Castle, 
25, 113 ; Cliveden, 117. 

MacGregor, Sir Malcolm, 62. 

MacGregor, Miss, at Osborne, 212. 

Mackenzie, Sir Kenneth, 104. 

Mackenzie, Mrs. Stewart, 3. 

Mackenzie, Susan Mary, 22 note. 

Macleod, Dr., at Balmoral, 99 ; his 
sermon, 100. 

MacMahon, Marshal, his defeat at 
Weissenburg, 204 ; at Sedan, 

Macnamara, Lady Sophia, 373. 

Macon, 32. 

Maffei, Count, 161. 

Magdeburg, Lieut, von, 154. 

Magee, Dr., Bishop of Peter- 
borough, 183 ; his speech on the 
Irish Church Bill, 165 ; criticism 
on his speech, 187 ; his address 
at Brackley, 188 ; at Fawsley, 
191, 266, 327, 329 ; friendship 
with Lady Knightley, 191 ; at 
Burghley House, 213 ; on the 
proposed alterations in the 
Rubric, 266 ; his stories. 267, 
358 ; at the G.F.S. meeting at 
Northampton, 291 ; his sermon 



at the reopening of Woodford 
church, 327 ; his collection of 
autographs, 340 ; visitation at 
Daventry, 358. 

Magee, Mrs., at Burghley House, 
213 ; Fawsley, 266 ; her interest 
in the G.F.S., 331, 340. 

Mahon, Lord and Lady, at Cheven- 

ing. 253- 

Mahon, Pakenhara, at Burghley 
House, 213. 

Maine, Sir Henry, Professor of 
Jurisprudence, 278. 

Mainwaring, Bella, her engage- 
ment, 107 ; wedding, loS. See 

Malcolm, Miss, at Homburg, 317. 

Malet, Sir Edward, his illness, 355. 

Malt tax, debate on the repeal of 
the, 75. 

Manchester, Duchess of, her appear- 
ance, 78 ; at the opera, iii. 

Manners, Lady, 236, 260. 

Manners, Lord, 260. 

Manners, Lord and Lady John, at 
Burghley House, 226. 

Manners, Mr., at Ickworth, 252. 

Manning, Archbishop, his address 
at the marriage of Prince Lich- 
tenstein, 233 ; member of the 
Metaphysical Society, 267. 

Mar Lodge, 97. 

Marburg, 147. 

Mario, 87. 

264, 326. 

Affric, 265. 

Marjoribanks, Hon. Mary, i^note. 

Marlborough, Duchess of, at Frog- 
more, 143 ; at Burghley House, 

Marlborough, Duke of, 74 ; at 
Burghley House, 226. 

Marlborough House, garden-parties 
at, 314, 355. 374- 

Marseilles, 32. 

Mars-la-Tour, battle of, 305. 

" Martin Marprelate " tracts, issue 
of. 178. 

Mary, Queen, her visit to Fawsley, 

Mary Queen of Scots, miniature 

of. 313- 
Masaniello, performance of, 137. 
Massey, Lady, 288. 
Maude, Miss, at the wedding of 

Princess Helena, 125. 
Maude, Mrs., 300. 
Maurice, Mrs. Frederick, her grave, 


Sir Dudley, ig8, 
Lady Fanny, at 

Mecklenburg, Grand Duchess of, 
at Wimbledon, 138. 

Mecklenberg, Grand Duke of, at 
Homburg, 304. 

Melville, Lady Anna, 49. 

Melville, Lady Emily, 49. 

Melville, Lady Florence, 47. 

Melville, Lady Julia, her marriage, 

Melville, the Hon. Ronald, 112. 

Melville, Sophy, 47, 49, 108, 266 ; 
at Fawsley, 190. 

Menabrea, Mme, at Windsor 
Castle, 360. 

Merchant Shipping Bill, abandon- 
ment of the, 281. 

M6rimee, Prosper, his Letters, 270. 

Metaphysical Society, meetings, 
267 ; members, 267. 

Metz, 304. 

Mexico, Maximilian, Emperor of, 
deposed and executed, 135. 

Meynell, Mrs. Hugo, iii. 

Meynell-Ingram, Hugo, iii. 

Miall, Mr., his proposed disestab- 
lishment of the Church of Eng- 
land, 216. 

Midleton, Lord, at Edgcote, 342. 

Mikkelsen, Herr, 158. 

Mill, J. S., Autobiography of, 254 ; 
causes of his quarrel with Mr. 
Roebuck, 314. 

Milman, Bella, birth of a son, 131. 

Milman, General, his engagement, 
107 ; wedding, 108. 

Minchin, Mr., 328. 

M'Neill, Sir John, at Windsor 
Castle, 360. 

Molesworth, Lady, her dinner- 
party, 219 ; reception, 366. 

Monck, Arthur, 112. 

Monk, Mrs., her concert, 57. 

Montgomerie, Tina, at Astley 
Castle, 44 ; Arbury, 128 ; brides- 
maid to Miss Bowater, 171. 

Montgomery, Mabel, 292. 

Montpensier, Duke of, 7. 

Montrose, Duchess of, at Knole 
Park, 201 ; Homburg, 282. 

Montrose, Duke of, at Homburg. 

Moray Firth, 266. 

Mordaunt, Sir Charles, 84, 112, 123, 

Mordaunt, Lady, 82 ; her ball, 83. 
Moreton, Mrs., at the christening 

of Princess Alice of Albany, 361. 
Morier, Mr., at Highclere Castle, 

Morris, Mr.. Solicitor-General for 
Ireland, anecdote of, 226. 



;|lostyn, Miss, at Gayton, 310. 
lotley, Mr., 244 ; his meeting with 
Lady Knightley, 209 ; style of 
his conversation, 248 ; death, 


vluick, Loch, 96, 99. 

Vliiller, Prof. Max, his lecture on 
the " Origin of Language," 64. 

Vlundella, Mr., President of the 
Council, 339. 

.Vlunro, Sir Thomas, 164, 248, 326 ; 
at the wedding of Louisa Bowater, 
172 ; at Fawsley, 177, 179, 204, 
345 ; his illness, 272. 

Murchison, Sir Roderick, 187. 

Murray, Lady Alexandrina, brides- 
maid to Princess Helena, 127. 

Murray. John, at Hatfield, 185, 
186 ; his opinion on publishing 
the Maintenon letters, 197. 

Muskerry, Lord, 77. 

Musurus, Madame, at the opera, 
137 ; death, 137 note. 

Musurus Pacha, 312. 

Nahe, valley of, 304. 

Napier, Sir Charles, 7. 

Napier, Miss, 135. 

Naples, King of, his appearance, 
297 ; at Gayton, 310. 

Naples, Queen of, 297. 

Napoleon iii., Emperor, his sur- 
render, 206. 

Napoule, 32. 

National Gallery, pictures, 330. 

National Portrait Gallery, 215. 

Nemours, Duke of, 7. 

Neruda, Mm Norman, 233. 

Netherlands, King and ^neen of the, 
at Windsor Castle, 351. 

Nevill, Lady Dorothy, 367 ; at 
Highclere Castle, 251. 

Newdegate, Charles, his home at 
Arbury, 42 ; parliamentary 
career, 55 ; on the Schleswig- 
Holstein question, 74 ; on the 
Borough Franchise, 76 ; his 
political views, 83 ; character, 
83 ; his views on Roman Cathol- 
ics and Jesuits, 124, 129 ; at 
Fawsley, 167 ; at the wedding 
of Louisa Bowater, 172 ; at 
Astley, 205 ; Richmond, 333. 

Newdegate, Mrs., 55 ; her friend- 
ship with Louisa Bowater, 73 ; 
at the opera, no ; her death, 140. 

Newnham, 172. 

Newton, Sir Isaac, his birthplace, 

Newton, Mr., at Guisachan, 265. 

Nilsson, Mile, 200, 203. 

Noel, Roden, member of the Meta- 
physical Society, 267. 

Norele, Mile, at Balmoral, 96 ; 
Claremont, 373. 

Normanton, Lady, at Somerley, 

Northampton, races, 191, 299, 323 ; 
new cattle market opened, 247 ; 
Agricultural Show, 264 ; meeting 
of the G.F.S., 291 ; election, 338. 

Northampton, Lord, at Castle 
Ashby, 194 ; his drawings, 195. 

Northcote, Sir Stafford, at Burghley 
House, 213 ; his Friendly Socie- 
ties Bill, 273 ; on the Bulgarian 
atrocities, 307 ; at Windsor 
Castle, 313 ; his ghost stories, 
313 ; use of the phonograph, 
324 ; his conversation with Lady 
Knightley, 346. 

Northumberland House, ball at, 

Norton, Lady, her concert, 332. 
Norton, Mr., 122. 
Norton, Mrs., 208, 217. 
Nugent, Nina, bridesmaid to Miss 

Bowater, 172. 

Observer, article in, 206. 
O'Grady, Annabel, 108. 
OUifte, Sir Joseph, 153. 
Omnium, Jacob, 122. 
Oppenheim, Mr., his concert, 333. 
Ormonde, Lady, her appearance, 

301 ; at Windsor Castle, 313. 
Ormonde, Lord, at Windsor Castle, 

Orwell Park, 237, 310. 
Osbom, Sir George, at Fawsley, 

Osborne, 32, 64, 145, 211 ; Privy 

Council at, 66. 
Osborne, Lady Emma, her return 

from Russia, 362. 
Osborne, Lady William, 231, 248, 

Osborne, Lord William, 190, 198, 

231, 248. 
Ostend, 147. 
Osterley Park, 261. 
Ouchy. 317. 
Ouse, the, 161. 
Overend and Gurney, their failure, 

Owen, Prof, and Mrs., 42. 
Oxenham, Miss, 290. 
Oxford, 89, 103, 251, 278. 
Oxford, Bishop of, 122. 

Packe, Nina, 198- 

Packe, Mrs., her ball, 123, 



Paget, Lord Alfred, 125 ; at Os- 
borne. 212. 

Paget, Lord Ernest, 7. 

Paget, Lady Florence, her marriage, 

Paget, Miss, at Windsor Castle, 360. 

Pakington, Sir John, at Burghley 
House, 226. 

Palk, Sir Lawrence, at Burghley 
House, 213. 

Palmer, Sir Roundell, 187. 

Palmerston, Lady, 8. 

Palmerston, Lord, 8 ; defeat of 
his " Conspiracy and Murder " 
Bill, 10 ; his resignation, 10. 

Panmure, Lord, 7. 

Paris, 5, 26, 32, 285 ; measures for 
the defence, 205 ; siege, 209 ; 
capitulation, 214 ; condition, 217, 
218 ; result of the destruction, 

Parker, Cecil, 139. 

Parliament, dissolution of, 255, 337. 

Patti, Adelina, 21, 332. 

Patti, Carlotta, 57. 

Paynter, Major, 58, 59. 

Peace Preser^^ation Bill, 275. 

Peel, Lady Alice, 162. 

Peel, Lady Emily, 122. 

Peel, Sir Frederick, 333. 

Peel, General, 42 ; at the wedding 
of Princess Helena, 126, 127. 

Peel, Sir Robert, 122. 

Pembroke, Lady, 367. 

Pembroke Lodge, 38, 42. 

Pennant, George, at Wakefield 
Lodge, 321. 

Pennant, Lady Louisa, her ball, 104. 

Pennant, Miss, at Burghley House, 

Pennington, Mr., 123. 

Penrhyn, Lady, at Burghley House, 
213 ; her ball, 236 ; on the 
character of the Duke of Grafton, 


Penzance, Lord and Lady, at 
Ickworth, 252. 

Peper Harow, 14. 

Perceval, Captain, 373. 

Percy, Lord, at Hatfield, 185. 

Persia, Shah of, in London, 244 ; 
at the Albert Hall, 246. 

Persignj'-, M. de, 27. 

Perth, 90, 102. 

Peterborough, number of G.F.S. 
branches started, 291. 

Peterborough, the Palace, 340, 349. 

Peyronnet, Mile de la, at Holm- 
bury, 235. 

Phipps, Sir Charles, 24 ; at Osborne, 

Phipps, Lady Laura, bridesmaid to 
Princess Helena, 127. 

Phipps, Miss, at Osborne, 64. 

Phipps, Pickering, chosen member 
for South Northampton, 346. 

Phonograph, invention of the, 324. 

Pigott, Mr., debate in Parliament 
on his appointment of Comptroller 
of the Stationery Office, 315, 316. 

Pius IX., Pope, his death, 321. 

Plat, Colonel Du, 56. 

Playfair, Dr. Lyon, 228. 

Plevna, fall of, 319. 

PlimsoU, Mr., 262 ; on the abandon- 
ment of the Merchant Shipping 
Bill, 281. 

Plunkett, Mr., 153. 

Political Economy, lecture on, 

Ponsonby, Colonel, at Osborne, 65, 
68, 212 ; Windsor Castle, 89 ; 
Balmoral, 91-96 ; his " Rhyme 
of Lochnagar," 96 ; leaves Bal- 
moral, 96. 

Ponsonby, Lady Emily, her verses, 


Ponsonby, Mrs., at Osborne, 69, 

Poore, Dr., at Osborne, 212. 

Portal, Miss, her lecture on Political 
Economy, 247. 

Portsmouth, Lady, 251. 

Potsdam, 153. 

Powerscourt, Lord and Lady, at 
Burghley House, 213. 

Preston, meet at, 320. 

Primkenau Schloss, 155-159. 

Primrose League, foundation of the, 
xiii, 374. 

Primrose, Mr., 201. 

Prince s, roller skating at, 262. 

Princess Theatre, fire at, 8. 

Prothero, Canon, at Osborne, 146. 

Prussia, alleged Projet de Truiti 
with France, 203. 

Prussia, Alexandra, Princess Au- 
gustus of, 148 note. 

Prussia, Prince Augustus of, 148 

Prussia, Crown Prince Frederick of, 
his appearance, 7, 154 ; marriage, 
10 ; at Windsor Castle, 47 ; in 
command in Silesia, 115 ; at 
Rheinhardtsbrunnen, 148 ; at 
Berlin, 152 ; Potsdam, 154. 
See Germany. 

Prussia, Crown Princess Frederick 
of, at Windsor Castle, 47 ; Rhein- 
hardtsbrunnen, 148 ; Potsdam, 
154 ; her appearance, 154. 

Prussia, Prince Henry of, 146 note, 
283 note. 



[EYussia, Princess Henry of, 146 note, 

283 note. 

[Public Worship Bill, 260, 262, 263. 
\Punch, parody in, 67 note. 
Purvis, Colonel Home, 115. 

Queensberry, Lord and Lady, 122. 

R , Mr., his attentions to Miss 

Bowater, 79. 
R , Sir J., his proposal of 

marriage to Miss Bowater, 63. 
Raby Castle, 308. 
Raglan, Lord, at Burghley House, 

Railways, State-control of, 227. 
Ramsden, Mr. and Lady Harriet, 

Ranfurly, Lord, at Burghley House, 

Ranzow, Count, 159. 
Reading, 251. 
Reay, Lord, 346. 
Redesdale, Lord, 237. 
Redistribution Bill, 112. 
Reform Bill, debates on the, 109 ; 

third reading passed, 137. 
Regina, memorial to Lady Knight- 
ley, 375- 
Reims Cathedral, 306. 
Rendlesham, Lord, 19. 
Reserve forces called out, 322. 
Reventlow, Countess, 149. 
Reydon Hall, 13. 
Rheinhardtsbrunnen, 148, 151. 
Rhine, the, 147. 
Rhodes, Mr., 297. 
Rhodes, Mrs., her dance, 297. 
Ricardo, Mr. and Mrs., 14. 
Richards, Mr., his speech on 

Education, 228. 
Richmond Park, 36, 274. 300. 
Ridley, Charles, 8, 15. 
Ridley, Edward, 15 ; at Harrow, 

22 ; Oxford, 278. 
Ridley, George, on household suf- 

Irage, 133. 
Ridley, Harriet, 15. 
Ridley, Laura, Lady, 15, 62 ; her 

death, 87. 
Ridley, Mary, at Guisachan. 265. 
Ridley, Sir Matthew, 15 ; his sons, 


Ridley, Matthew, 15, 88, 231 ; at 
Harrow, 22 ; his clever opinions, 
112 ; at Osterley Park, 261 ; 
Guisachan, 264 ; his speech on 
the Address, 296. 

Rifle Association, National, first 
meeting at Wimbledon, 17. 

Righi, the, 159. 

Ristori, Mme, her acting, 354. 

Roberts, Lady, 346. 

Roberts, Lord, his march from 

Cabul, 342. 
Robertson, Dr., at Windsor Castle, 

Robertson, General, his marriage, 

Roebuck, Mr., cause of his quarrel 

with J. S. Mill, 314. 
Roehampton, 234, 246, 274. 
Rokeby, Lord, 32. 
Rosebery, Lord, his opinion of 

Lady Knightley, xiv. 
Ross, Sir William, 217. 
Rothschild, Baron Ferdinand, 239. 
Rothschild, Leopold, 200, 232. 
Rouen, 5. 
Roumania, Queen of, her poems, 

Rowley, Captain, 128. 
Rowley, Susan, bridesmaid to Miss 

Bowater, 171. 
Rowsell, Mr., 142. 
Roxburghe, Duchess of, at the 

christening of Princess Alice of 

Albany, 361. 
Royal Academy, in, 133, 331. 
Royal, H.R.H. Victoria, Princess, 

7 ; her marriage, 9. See 

Royal Titles Bill, 298. 
Royston, Lord and Lady, at the 

opera, in. 
Rubric, proposed alterations in the, 

Ruffano, Prince, 299. 
Rushton, 367. 
Russell, Lord Arthur, at Holmbury, 

Russell, Sir Charles, member for 
Westminster, 256 ; at Homburg, 


Russell, Lady, 274. 

Russell, Lord, 274 ; his interest in 
the Colonies, 274. 

Russell, Lord Odo, his mot on the 
Shah of Persia, 245. 

Russia, Alexander, Czar of, mur- 
dered, 270 note. 

Russia, Alix, Empress of, 283 note. 

Russia, Anna, Grand Duchess of, 
miniature of. 313. 

Russia, Grand Duchess Sergius of, 
146 note, 283 note. 

Russia, Grand Duke Sergius of, 
146 note, 283 note. 

Russia, Nicholas 11., Czar of, 283 

Russia, proposal to occupy Bul- 
garia, 30S, 309 ; war declared 



against Turkey, 312 ; advance on 

Constantinople, 321. 
Ruthven, Lord and Lady, at Ick- 

worth, 252. 
Ruthven, Mr., 49. 
Rutland, Duke of, 219. 

Saarbriick, victory at, 204. 
Sahl, Mr., at Windsor Castle, 89, 
351 ; Frogmore, 141 ; Cologne, 
Salisbury, Lady, 231 ; her recep- 
tions, 259, 332 ; at Constantin- 
ople, 311. 
Salisbury, Lord, entertains a party 
at Hatfield; 185 ; on the state of 
religion, 186 ; his conversation 
•with Lady Knightlej'', 231 ; joins 
the Conservative Ministry, 257 ; 
Plenipotentiary to the Conference 
at Constantinople, 309 ; Minister 
for Foreign Affairs, 323 ; his 
patriotism, 325 ; his speech on 
Ireland, 343 ; criticism on Glad- 
stone, 359. 
San Stefano, Treaty of, 323. 
Sand, George, 335. 
Sandringham, 223. 
Sandwich Islands, King of the, 349. 
Santley, Mr., 21. 
Savaria, General, 13. 
Saxe-Coburg, Charles Edward, 

Duke of, 148 note. 
Saxe-Coburg, Duke of, 115. 
Saxe-Coburg, Princess Dorothea of, 

148 note. 
Saxe-Coburg, Victoria, Duchess of, 

148 note. 
Saxe-Coburg, Princess Victoria of, 

283 note. 
Saxe-Meiningen, Princess Charlotte 

of, birth of a child, 333. 
Say, Leon, his criticism on Mr. 

Gladstone, 331. 
Scharf, Mr., keeper of the National 

Portrait Gallery, 216. 
Schiller, statue of, at Weimar, 151. 
Schleswig-Holstein question, 74, 

125; annexation of, 158. 
Schleswig-Holstein, Duke of, 155 ; 

his death, 162. 
Schleswig-Holstein, Prince Chris- 
tian of, his engagement, 106. 
See Christian. 
Schleswig-Holstein, Princess Amelia 

of, 156, 303. 
Schleswig-Holstein, Princess Augusta 

of, 156. 
Schleswig-Holstein, Princess Henri- 

ette of, 156. 
Schleswig - Holstein - Gliichsburg, 

Duchess of, her daughters, 148 

Schleswig - Holstein - Gliichsburg, 

Frederick, Duke of, 148 note. 
Schreiber, Lady Charlotte, her 

collection of china, 263. 
Schwalbach, 220. 
Scott, General, at Highclere Castle, 


Scott, Lady Margaret, bridesmaid 
to Princess Helena, 127. 

Scott, Sir Walter, his lines on 
Cadzow Castle, 250. 

Smtari, 321. 

Sebright, Sir John and Lady, 248. 

Seckendorf, Count, 149 ; at Wind- 
sor Castle, 351. 

Sedan, battle of, 206 ; anniversary, 

357- ? 

Sefton, Lord, 236. * 

Selborne, Lady, at Windsor Castle, 

Selborne, Lord, on the Public 

Worship Bill, 263 ; on moving 

the Indian troops to Malta, 323 ; 

his opinion of John Inglsunt, 

353 ; at Windsor Castle, 360. 
Senneau, Marquis de, 3. 
Sevenoaks, 200. 
Seymour, Captain, 54. 
Seymour, Colonel Lee, at Burghley 

House, 213. 
Seymour, General, 48. 
Seymour, Lady Constance, 236 

Seymour, Miss, 18, 126. 
Shaftesbury, Lord, at the meeting 

of the Employment of Women 

Association, 334. 
Shaw Stewart, Sir Michael, 332. 
Sherborne, Lad^^ 134. 
Sheridan, Mr., at Frampton Court, 

Shuckburgh, 369 ; meet at, 190. 
Siddons, Mrs. Scott, 131. 
Sieveking, Dr., 67. 
Skelmersdale, Lord, 144. 
Sligo, Lord, 196. 
Sluggan, the, 97. 
Smith, Emily, 78. 
Smith, Lady, her critique of Queen 

Victoria's book, 141. 
Smith, Martin, 14, 171. 
Smith, Dr. William, editor of the 
Quarterly Review, at Chevening, 
253 ; his conversation with Sir 
R. Knightley, 253 ; article on 
Grote, 254. 
Smith, Rt. Hon. W. H., his re- 
solution on Local Taxation, 243 ; 
member for Westminster, 256. 



Smollett, Mr., his attack on Glad- 
stone, 258. 
Sneyd, Mr., 326. 

Snow, Mrs., at Claremont, 369, 370. 
Somerley, 271. 
Somerset, Duke of, at Orwell Park, 

237 ; his criticism of Gladstone, 

258 ; story of Carlyle, 348. 
Sonderburg, ruin of, 78. 
Sorcerer, The, performance of, 319. 
Soria, his singing, 367. 
Sotterley, 2, 9, 23, 39, 128, 139- 

141, 161, 319. 
South Kensington Museum, 333 ; 

reception at, 77, 349. 
Southampton, Lord, his funeral, 

Spencer, Robert, 338. 
Spencer, Lady, 18, 49. 
Spencer, Lord, 350 ; Chairman of 

the National Rifle Association, 

Spiers, Mrs., 45. 
Spurgeon, Rev. C, character of 

his preaching, 16. 
St. Helier, Lord, 22 note. See Jeune. 
St. Paul, Nina, 301. 
St. Paul's Cathedral, thanksgiving 

service at, 224. 
St. Privat, 305. 
Stafford, 89. 
Stallingborough, 3. 
Stamford, 212, 227. 
Stanhope, Mr. and Mrs. Edward, 


Stanhope, Lady Frederica, monu- 
ment of, 253. 

Stanhope, James Banks, 216, 253. 

Stanhope, Lady, 231 ; her dinner- 
party, 244. 

Stanhope, Lord, 231 ; his friend- 
ship with Lady Knightley, 211 ; 
at the National Portrait Gallery, 
215 ; his reception, 217 ; dinner- 
party, 219 ; collection of auto- 
graphs, 253. 

Stanhope, Hon. Philip, at Cheven- 
ing, 254. 

Stanley, Lady Augusta, 125 ; at 
Osborne, 145. 

Stanley, Dean, 187 ; his sermon on 
Disraeli, 347. 

Stanley, Colonel and Mrs. John, at 
Chevening, 253. 

Stanley, Miss, 25. 

Stanley, Mr., at Euston, 268. 

Stewart, Mrs. Duncan, 366 ; her 
career, 366 ; Recollections, 367. 

Stirling. Mr., 117, 127, 135 ; at 
Cliveden, 120. 

Stirling-Maxwell, Lady Anna, 228. 

Stirling-Maxwell, Sir William, 228. 

Stoke d'Abernon, church, 370. 

Stoke Edith Park, 358. 

Stoke Rochford, 105, 130. 

Stopford, Miss, 141 ; at Windsor 
Castle, 360. 

Story, Rev. W., Rector of Fawsley, 
172, 179 ; his manner of con- 
ducting the services, 184. 

Stowe, 322. 

Strangford, Lady, 353. 

Strathallan, Lord, 58 ; at Burghley 
House, 213. 

Strathnairn, Lord, 259 ; at Hat- 
field, 262 ; Wakefield Lodge, 321. 

Strathspey, 265. 

Strawberry Hill, ball at, 84. 

Streleczki, Count, at Hatfield, 185. 

Strickland, Miss Agnes, 13 ; 
Bachelor Kings, 13. 

Stuart, Colonel and Mrs., at Wake- 
field Lodge, 321. 

Suffolk election, 296, 339. 

Suffrage, household, 133 ; universal, 
views on, 77. 

Sumner, Heywood, 353. 

Sutherland, Duke of, at the opera, 

Sweden, Crown Prince of, 333. 

Sydney, Lady, at Euston, 268, 269. 

Sydney, Lord, at Euston, 268 ; his 
visit to St. Petersburg, 269. 

Tabley, Lord De, 89. 

Tait, Archbishop, his address to 
Prince Leopold on his Confirma- 
tion, 163 ; criticism on, 187 ; his 
address at the G.F.S. meeting, 
292 ; at the wedding of the Duke 
of Albany, 351 ; his funeral, 361. 

Talbot, Lady Adelaide, 135. 

Tankerville, Lord and Lady, at 
Windsor Castle, 142. 

Tannhduser, performance of, 301. 

Taxation, Local, debate on, 243. 

Tchataldja, 321. 

Teck, Duke of, 115, 245. 

Teck, Princess Mary, Duchess of, 
245, 247 ; at Wimbledon, 138 ; 
White Lodge, 300 ; her children, 

Teesdale. Colonel, 11 1, 258. 

Teleki, Janie, her death, 280. 

Temple, Sir Richard, India in 
1880, 348 ; his sketches, 365. 

Tennant, Mrs., her reception, 367. 

Thames Embankment, opening of 
the, 200. 

Thames valley, 118. 

Thatched House Lodge, Richmond 
Park. 2, 36. 



Theed, Mr., his statue of Prince 
Albert, loo. 

Thetford, 268. 

Thicknesse, Canon, his sermon at 
Brackley, 188. 

Thiers, M., his interview with 
Bismarck, 279 ; death, 317 ; 
funeral, 318. 

Thomas, Mr., 217 ; at Firle, 164. 

Thorneycroft, Mr., his bust of 
Princess Helena, 115. 

Thornton, Clare, 47. 

Thiiringerwald, 148, 151. 

Tichborne trial, 219. 

Titiens, Mile, 21. 

Tollemache, Lord, 335, 348. 

Tollemache, Mr., 238, 248. 

Tomline, Colonel, 231, 233, 237. 

Tower, Mrs. Henry, 139. 

Townsend, editor of the Spectator, 
at Highclere Castle, 251. 

Townsend, Mrs., founds the Girls' 
Friendly Society, 287, 289 ; on the 
characteristics of Lady Knight- 
ley, 293 ; her resignation, 350. 

Transvaal, cession of the, 347. 

Trebelli, 83. 

Trentham, 326. 

Trevanion, Mr., 301. 

Trevelyan, Sir Charles, 301. 

Trevelyan, George, 310. 

Trevelyan, Nora, 301, 310, 339. 

Trianon, 222. 

Trochu, General, 205, 207. 

Tryon, Mr., at Burghley House, 213. 

TuUyallan, 208, 326, 367. 

Turkey, Sultan of, in London, 136 ; 
at the opera, 137 ; his appear- 
ance, 137 ; at the National Rifle 
Association, Wimbledon, 138. 

Turkey, war declared against 
Russia, 312. 

Tumor, Edith, her friendship with 
Miss Bowater, 105 ; at a ball at 
Buckingham Palace, 135. 

Tumor, Lady Mary, 130. 

United States, system of education, 

Unseaworthy Shipping Bill, 273. 
Usedom, Countess, at Homburg, 


Vallette, M. de la, 208. 

Vane, Lord and Lady, at Gayton, 

Vanneck, Frances, bridesmaid to 

Miss Bowater, 171. 
Venables, Mr., his conversation 

with Lady Knightley, 314. 
Ventoux, Mont, 28. 

Vernon, Lord, at Guisachan, 265. 

Versailles, 222 ; peace signed at, 

Vcrulam, Lord, at Hatfield, 185. 

Victoria, Queen, her review of the 
Guards, 7 ; at the National 
RifleAssociation meeting, Wimble- 
don, 17; at the Crystal Palace, 
17 ; death of Prince Consort, 30 ; 
her interview with Lady Bo- 
water, 33 ; present at the 
wedding of the Prince of Wales, 
51 ; at Osborne, 64, 211 ; re- 
ceives Miss Bowater, 65 ; drives 
in the Park, 83 ; her journey to 
Balmoral, 89 ; life at Balmoral, 
90-103 ; attends the Kirk, 100 
note ; her reception at Bucking- 
ham Palace, no ; at Cliveden, 
117 ; at the wedding of Princess 
Helena, 127 ; Fenian plot against, 
140 ; her ascent of the Righi, 
1 59 ; her letter to Louisa Bowater 
on her marriage, 174 note ; at 
Sandringham, 223 ; attends the 
Thanksgiving Service, 225 ; opens 
Parliament, 296, 310 ; her title 
of Empress of India, 298 ; at 
Windsor Castle, 313, 360 ; patron 
of the G.F.S., 343 ; attempt on 
her life, 350 ; at the wedding 
of Prince Leopold, 351 ; opens 
the Law Courts, 359 ; at the 
christening of Princess Alice of 
Albany, 361 ; at Claremont, 372. 

Vidauban, 28. 

Villiers, Lady Elizabeth, 217. 

Villiers, Fred, 78. 

Villiers, Mr., 217 ; at Osborne, 66. 

Villiers, Reggie, at Osterley Park, 

Vionville, battle of, 305. 

Virginia Water, 113, 114. 

Vivian, Mrs., her concert, 78. 

Volunteer Review at Wimbledon, 
60, 137 note, 138. 

Wake, Sir Herewald, 338. 

Wakefield Lodge, 321. 

Waldeck, Princess Heldne of, her 

engagement, 349 ; appearance, 

351 ; wedding, xvi, 351. See 

Waldegrave, Lady, 74, 122 ; her 

influence on the Due d'Aumale, 

Walden, Lady Howard de, at Ick- 

worth, 252. 
Wales, H.R.H. Albert Edward, 

Prince of, his engagement, 40 ; 

wedding, 50 ; at the Guildhall, 



56 ; at the Guards' ball, 58 ; 
the reception at South Kensing- 
ton Museum, 77 ; at the opera, 
III ; at the wedding of Princess 
Helena, 127 ; his illness, 223, 
224 ; attends the Thanksgiving 
Service, 224 ; at Lansdowne 
House, 247 ; Bridgewater House, 
248 ; his return from India, 
301 ; presents, 303 ; at Holland 
House, 315 ; Hoinbur^;, 356. 

Wales, H.R.H. Alexandra, Princess 
of, her first Drawing-room, 55 ; 
at the Guildhall, 56 ; birth of a 
son, 67, 97 ; at the opera, m ; 
at the wedding of Princess 
Helena, 126 ; her illness, 131 ; 
at the Albert Hall, 246 ; Lans- 
downe House, 247 ; Bridgewater 
House, 248 ; the French play, 
258 ; her appearance, 365. 

Wallace, Mackenzie, 314. 

Waller, Major, 373. 

Walpole, Horace, his description of 
Osterley, 261. 

Walrond, Mr., at Burghley House, 

Waltersdorf, 155. 

Ward, Dudley, his death, 210. 

Warrender, Sir George 353. 

Warwick, Lord, at Homburg, 304. 

Waterford, Lady, 22. 

Waterloo, 357. 

Weedon, 172 ; snowstorm at, 344. 

Week in a French Country House, 

Weguelin, Mr., at Chevening, 253. 

Weguelin, Mrs., her ball, 134. 

Weimar, 151. 

Weissenburg, victory at, 204. 

Wellesley. Lady C, at Burghley 
House, 213. 

Wellington, Duchess of, 7, 18 ; at 
Windsor Castle, 144. 

Wellington, Duke of, his campaigns, 

Wentworth, Lady, her appearance, 
189 ; escapade, 234. 

Wentworth, Lord, 189. 

West, Comwallis, 201. 

West, Mr., 89 ; at Holmbury, 

West, Mrs., at Holmbury, 235. 
Westminster, Duchess of, 301. 
Westmoreland, Lady, at the opera, 

Weyer, Mme Van de, 45. 
Wheatley, Mary, 87, 165, 198, 312 ; 

at Fawsley, 176. 
Wheatley, Sir Thomas, 312. 
White Lodge, 300. 

White, Louisa, her illness, 14 ; 

death, 14 note. 
Whyte-Melville, Major, 194, 248 ; 

his death, 329. 
Wied, Princess Elizabeth of, 355. 

See Roumania. 
Wilberforce, Bishop, his sermon, 

243 ; sudden death, 249. 
Wilbraham, Miss, 135. 
Wildbad, 284. 
Wilde, Oscar, 367. 
Wilkinson, Rev. G. H., his sermons, 

229, 294. 
William 11., Emperor of Germany, 

148 note. 
William iv.. King, 2 ; stories of, 268. 
Willingham, 2, 129. 
Wimbledon, 348 ; Volunteer Re- 
views at, 17, 60, 137 note, 138. 
Winchilsea, Lord, at Crichel, 271. 
Windsor Castle, 25, 47, 113, 197, 

313. 350, 360; the Chapel, 47; 

dance at, 117. 
Winmarleigh, 309. 
Winmarleigh, Lord, 309 ; at Metz, 

Wolff, Sir Henry Drummond, at 

Hatfield, 185, 186. 
Wolmer, Lord, his marriage, 366. • 
Wolseley, Sir Garnet, his opinion 

of the Fantees and Chinese, 259. 
Women, enfranchisement of, views 

of, 129. 
Women Workers, National Union of. 

Congress at Hull, xii. 
Women's Franchise Bill, 227, 230, 

300 ; debate on, 367. 
Wood, Hon. Emily, 11 1 note. 
Wood, Miss, 126. 

Wood, Sir W. Page, Lord Chan- 
cellor, 163. 
Woodford church, reopening of, 

Woodward, Mr., at Frogmore, 141. 
Woolsthorpe, 106. 
Working Ladies' Guild, xii, 293, 

Wormald, Lucy, 172. 

Wotton, 235. 

Wiirtemberg, Princess of, her death, 

Wynne-Finch, Colonel, 128. 

York, Archbishop of, 314 ; at 

Buckingham Palace, 228. 
Yorke, Alec, 373. 
Yorke, Eliot, 119. 

Zanzibar, Seyyid of, 279. 
Zouche, Lord, at Osterley Park, 

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Knightley, Louisa Mary 
565 (Bowater) Knightley, 
K7A3 baroness 

The journals of Lady Knightley 
of Fawsley